#he can’t really show up before me if I’m already here 🥴

[nickfowlerrr]

Bellllaaaaa hiiii:)

I’m hooked on biker/bartender bucky(even tattoo artist bucky) with fucking Tats right now and I’d totally love if you could maybe write him and chubby/plus sized reader having a flirty relationship, maybe they’re like a fling or something. She works at his bar/tattoo shop, whichever au you pick, and they’re just fucking flirty and so naughty together lol

Smut is always welcomed!!

Thank u bby in advance<3 mwahhh🥺💋

about how it started..

pairing: bartender!bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. pining. flirting. smut. a little tiny hint of voyeurism/exhibitionism. if i’m missing something pls lmk!

words: 3.1k

notes: thank you, mickey, for sending this and sorry it took so long! i kind of wanted to incorporate more mention of his tattoos but i felt like i kept screwing it up so i kept it very vague - i’m sorry. but i hope you like this! i really love the idea and i’d love to do more with them in the future, too (including more of his tattoos too 🥴), so thank you, thank you, thank you!! 🥰

also this gif isn’t necessarily the bucky i was picturing but the visible tattoo feels right so whatever 😌

i hope you guys enjoy this! thank you in advance for reading and reblogging. as always, feedback and comments are always welcome and so appreciated! 🖤

You know you should be checking tables right now. You know. But goddamn if you can’t take your eyes off of the brawny, blue eyed, six foot something beauty that is Bucky Barnes.

You’re leaning against the far end of the bar, eyes fixed on him with no plans of trailing anywhere else.

He’s making another Sex on the Beach for the less than subtle, leggy, bleach blonde who’s been fawning over him since she got here. When she and the other college girls showed up, seeming to have already been pregaming, you knew tonight wouldn’t be uneventful.

You could obsess over the fact that the twenty one year old, who looked like she stepped right off a runway, was currently pushing her chest out and twirling her perfectly styled hair as she continued rambling on and on to Bucky, but his disinterest was clear to you as he kept a polite smile and entertained her as he finished the drink.

That, and because you had no right or reason to obsess over who was flirting with him and when.

Right?

You pushed the thoughts away as you admired Bucky’s profile. The way some of his hair had fallen out of his bun and hung around his perfectly sculpted face. How his brilliantly blue eyes shone still through the dark strands. And god did you envy his perfectly shaped nose. Your eyes fell to his lips as he smiled at something the girl said, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care, you were so caught up in the beauty of it. He gave her the drink before he tucked the loose hair behind his ears.

You watched as the girl held out a twenty with a sultry smile and a wink before Bucky took it with a small laugh as she sauntered off back to her friends.

He put it in the cash box and then pushed up his sleeves as he took the time to count out how much the bar had made so far tonight.

You swear your mouth went dry as his tattoos were on display now. The dark ink that told story after story lining his forearm, and though you couldn’t see them right now, led all the way up his strong arm only added to the endless list of things that made him attractive. The artwork was mesmerizing. Just like him.

“You just gonna stare at me your whole shift, sweetheart?” he says to you without looking over, a smirk playing on his lips.

You take in a breath before pushing off the bar and walk over to meet him where he stands.

“Who says I was staring at you?” you question and lean over just slightly to glance at Torres who was pouring shots at the other end of the bar.

Bucky turns to follow your gaze and gives a laugh when he sees who you’re referring to.

“You and Torres, huh?” he plays along, smirk never faltering. He finishes his count and tucks the box back under the bar before he turns fully to you, blocking your view of the younger man completely, not that you cared.

Bucky walks into you, backing you up until you’re forced into the dead corner of the bar. You nearly stop breathing when he leans into you, his cologne invading your senses, his warmth surrounding you as he keeps you trapped between him and the bar, his thick arms on either side of you. Your lips part on an inaudible gasp when his lips brush against your ear.

“He know I was guts deep inside you last night? How you were screaming my name, begging me not to pull out? So fuckin’ desperate to be full‘a me,” he reminds you as his hands find your waist and he squeezes your softness before pulling you flush against him and letting his hands slide down to your ass. “How many times did you come again? I think I lost count,” he taunts as he leans over you and gropes you shamelessly.

You can see out past his shoulder as he nearly nuzzles into your neck, your eyes growing heavy with desire as your lips stay parted in heated awe.

Your eyes meet the blonde Bucky had just served as she looks on in a bit of a stupor before blinking and turning away with a hint of a blush warming her cheeks.

“Watch it, Barnes. You’re gonna lose out on tips if you’re not careful,” you warn playfully, if not a bit breathily.

When he starts kissing your neck, your knees become unsteady as a warmth starts to grow in your tummy.. and lower. Your hands latch onto the front of his shirt in an effort to stay steady.

You’ve noticed he’s been getting more brazen every day, more teasing and touching when he knows full well people can see, and the fact that he really doesn’t seem to care sparks a bit of hope that maybe this could grow into something more than what it started as.

But as Bucky nips and then gently kisses your pulse point, all thoughts fly right out the window as your main focus is solely on not melting into a puddle right then and there.

“Don’t care,” he says against your delicate skin, placing another kiss to your neck before you push him back just slightly. “What?” he asks as a half smile adorns his face when he stands up straight again, looking down at you.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish right now,” you say as you hold his smoldering gaze.

“You think I won’t fuck you right now?” he challenges, his seriousness sending a thrill up your spine.

You let out a nervous, disbelieving laugh as you push him to turn around. “I think you have some patrons waiting for your attention,” you say, ignoring the desire burning deep within at his words.

He sucks his teeth as he walks back over to the lively area of the bar, but not before eyeing you with a look that promises he isn’t done with you tonight.

You watch him back before spinning around and coming out from behind the bar to start checking tables.

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You’re leaning over a newly emptied table close to the bar when you feel his heavy gaze on you.

The low cut scoop neck of your top already offered a generous view of your cleavage, but as you’re leaning over to wipe the table down, you’re sure he can see right down your shirt. You hide your smirk as you walk around the table and make a show of leaning over once more, your tight black skirt that hugs your tummy riding up your thick thighs as you do. You’d forgone underwear under your opaque black tights and wonder for a second how much he can see as you bend further over the table.

You don’t have much time to wonder as suddenly Bucky is right up behind you. You stand up against him, your ass brushing against his crotch. His hands are on your skirt as he adjusts it back down for you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, voice low and husky.

“Cleaning a table,” you answer innocently as you stay where you are, enjoying the feeling of his large hands on your wide hips and his solid chest at your back.

“Yeah? Cuz from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re purposely being a little tease.”

“Me?” you say in faux offense, turning to face him. “I’d never. Just doing my job, boss.”

He pushes you back against the table just slightly, “So, you’re telling me you haven’t been thinking about how hot it’d be if I came up behind you, ripped your tights open and fucked you stupid right here on this table?”

You swallow hard as you feel yourself growing wet at the scene that plays out in your mind. The bar is near empty as you’re both getting ready to close up but the idea of Bucky taking you right here and now, onlookers be damned, has heat creeping up your skin.

“Say I have. What are you gonna do about it?” you whisper wantonly, eyes swimming with lust.

A sinful growl escapes him as he presses himself closer to you. You can feel his growing bulge against you and it takes everything in you to not let out the whimper that threatens to slip past your lips.

Joaquin left twenty minutes ago after him and Bucky served last call, so it’s just you two and the lingerers who are slowly making their way out.

“What am I gonna do about it?” he repeats as his hand comes up to hold your chin. He leans down, face to face with you as he continues headily, never taking his eyes off yours, “I’m gonna fuck you stupid. Right here. On this table,” he breathes each sentence before he finally takes your lips in his. It’s gentler than you expect as your eyes flutter shut and the sound of the entrance door closing behind the last patron signals that you’re alone now.

You sigh into his mouth before you pull him closer, the kiss growing more heated with each moment that passes.

You let Bucky ruck up your skirt as your hands fumble with his belt before you start working on his button and zipper. You stop him for just a second, grabbing his hand, “You rip ‘em, you buy ‘em,” you tell him, earning a grin from him.

“Deal,” he says before easily tearing your tights and turning you around, forcing you down against the table.

“No underwear, huh?” he taunts as he rips your tights even more, his thick fingers wasting no time in playing with your wetness on full display for him.

Your legs are spread as you moan at the delightful feeling of his fingers pushing into your sex, opening you up for him as he scissors his fingers inside your tight heat before curling them the way he knows you like.

“Fuck, Bucky, please,” you whine as you clutch onto the table, pushing your hips backs and trying to fuck yourself on his hand.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re perfect,” he swears before landing a stinging slap to your ass and pulling his fingers out. He quickly tugs down his jeans and frees himself from his boxers, his erection hot, heavy, and throbbing.

“Make me so fuckin’ hard, you know that?”

You only mewl in response as he runs the head of his cock through your folds, teasing you. He doesn’t have as much patience as he normally does, though. He’s been thinking of you nonstop since you left his apartment this morning. Been wanting you close again from the second you left his bed.

He knows this was just supposed to be a fun fling, but from the first time he kissed you, he knew he was done for. He knew he’d only want more.

And he was right.

He wanted all of it with you, not just sex. He wanted to spend his days cuddling you in his bed, watching movies, talking about nothing; hell, he even had to stop himself from texting you the other day to see if you were busy when he had to go get groceries because he wanted your company.

He was hooked on you completely.

But this “fling” was your idea and he didn’t want to run you off with the idea of commitment so soon. So for now, this would have to do. And who was he to complain about the nights he got to spend flirting with you, teasing you, taking you apart only to put you back together in his arms come morning.

He’s pulled from his thoughts as the head of his cock catches along your slick entrance, a hiss emanating from him as you gasp at the feeling.

He slowly lets himself push in, deeper and deeper until his hips are flush against your ass and he’s filling you completely.

Your soft moans urge him on as he begins to fuck you, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass filling the quiet of the empty bar. As he starts to thrust harder, the squelching noises of your fucking grow louder and louder as you moan without care, your hips hitting the edge of the table over and over with his every thrust.

His hands frame your waist as he holds you tight, rutting ever deeper inside of you, his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly as you whine and gasp in pure pleasure, the coil in your belly tightening with each glide of his cock along your walls and every nudge against your g-spot. Bucky slips a hand down and finds your puffy clit, circling it as he feels you getting closer, your walls squeezing him tighter and tighter.

Your toes are curling in your shoes as your feet arch and slip against the floor when the muscles in your legs and core tighten and strain as your walls clench down on his thick cock and your orgasm hits you hard.

In the same instance, Bucky growls as the swinging of the entrance door sounds. You don’t even bother to look up as you’re lost in the euphoria of your high.

“We’re closed,” Bucky barks, his hips never faltering as he continues to fuck you while your eyes screw shut in overwhelming pleasure.

You vaguely hear a fumbling apology and the door closing once more as Bucky buries himself inside of you, leaning over your bent body and rutting into you as his groans and moans tumble heavily from his lips. With one more thrust, you sigh breathily as you feel him spill inside of you.

The weight of his body on top of yours is a comfort you can’t help but revel in as he holds you still and gets all of his release out, your velvety walls milking his cock as he fills you with his hot come.

He’s breathing heavily as he comes down from his orgasm and gently pulls his cock out of you. You instinctively press your legs together, your thick thighs making it easy. You push yourself up off the table after a moment and turn around, fixing your skirt as you do.

“Fuck,” you breathe under your breath happily. “Maybe lock the door next time?” you suggest playfully, “Or, at least turn the ‘OPEN’ light off.”

“Next time?” Bucky says with a raised brow and a smirk as he fixes his pants. “You like getting fucked in the bar that much?”

“Well, you did say something about fucking me stupid.. And not that that was bad at all, but, I’m not feeling very stupid right now.”

He licks his lips as he takes you in, taking your hands in his and tugging you close. “Why don’t you come home with me and I’ll get you there,” he says smoothly.

“That’d make it three nights in a row,” you say, a little unsure. “You sure you wanna risk it? I might not wanna leave.”

“I might not want you to,” he says, surprising you by how soft and sincere his voice is.

You meet his eye and swear you could drown in the glimmering blues as he smiles that schoolboy smile. You let out a shaky, nervous laugh.

“You fallin’ for me, Barnes?” you tease playfully - just a hint of hope laced in your tone.

He surprises you again as he takes hold of your chin, peering deep into your eyes, before he brushes his nose against your, his lips inches away from your own as you breath each other in for a second.

And then he kisses you.

Soft, yet firm and as you lose yourself in it, a deep yearning for Bucky that you’ve kept down from day one rears her head once more.

You part for a second to breathe before you crash your lips into his again, pulling him closer to you by the front of his shirt.

Your tongues glide against one another as he slips his in expertly before kissing you deeply.

He lets his forehead fall to yours as he parts from you.

You're breathless as he wears a nervous smile you’ve never seen on him before.

“Say I have. What are you gonna do about it?” he repeats your earlier taunt, trying to hide his anxiousness as he waits for you to respond.

You suck your lip as you consider him, biting back the smile threatening to take over your face.

“I’d tell you that, maybe, I’ve fallen for you, too,” you admit shyly, looking up to see his cocksure smile back in full force, just the way it always is.

“Then I’d tell you to take me back to your apartment,” you say, leaning into him for another sultry kiss. “So you can fuck me stupid,” you breathe against his lips, “as many times as you want.”

You nearly squeal as you're taken off your feet in the next second, Bucky’s strong arms holding you securely as you wrap your own around him.

“That I will happily comply with,” he says, kissing you hotly as you smile into it. You pull away just slightly to speak.

“We didn’t finish closing,” you laugh.

“Don't care,” he says, kissing you again as he easily walks to the bar, holding you with surprising ease that you aren’t sure you’ll ever get used to before he sets you down. “We can do it tomorrow,” he excuses, grabbing his keys from behind the bar and flicking the lights out. You grab your jacket and bag from the shelf you kept them on and follow behind Bucky as he locks the doors, escorting you out and to his car.

Before you get there, he turns on you, both of you stopping in your spots.

“We really doing this?” he asks, wanting to make sure this is really what you want, too.

You smile and nod.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

He lets himself smile in return.

“So I can call you mine, now?” he asks, grabbing your hand, pulling you to him.

“I’d be good with that.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“You sure? Cuz once we make this official, I’m gonna let everyone know. I might never shut up about it.”

You can’t help but laugh at how excited and proud he sounds. “I think I’m okay with that,” you smile up at him, meeting his lips in another kiss before he leads you to the car and opens the door for you to get in.

You know you’re okay with that. It’s what you’d been hoping for from the first time you’d kissed, for this to lead to something real, something more. Now here you were.

He wanted to officially call you his, and Bucky was finally, truly yours.

[mynameismckenziemae]

Unbroken

Part 1

(next part here)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x You

Summary: You (Jake’s younger sister, Emma) were gutted by the way your first (and only) relationship ended, you’re not looking for anything but some fun. Bradley Bradshaw shows up for your older brother’s wedding and is eager to scratch your itch, but refuses to let it be a one-time thing. Will you let him mend the heart he didn’t break?

*Should be able to read alone but helps to read Jake and Charlie’s story, ‘In Case You Didn’t Know’ first.

Warnings: 18+. MDNI! This chapter contains adult language and situations, future chapters will have smut. There’s probable veterinary inaccuracies-I work in people healthcare, not animal healthcare 🥴TW: unwanted/nonconsensual touching/advances. Please message me if you have questions.

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“Thanks for letting me get ready here, I was afraid I wouldn’t have time to shower and get ready after that last call. Does this look okay?” You ask as you check your reflection in the mirror.

“No problem,” your oldest friend and soon-to-be sister-in-law, Charlie answers as she comes into the guest bedroom. “Emma Lou, you look gorgeous. That dress new?”

Charlie and Jake had invited you over for dinner to meet the other half of their wedding party, Bradley Bradshaw.

“Kind of? I got it at the beginning of last summer, just haven’t worn it yet. It’s too short for church and can’t really wear a dress when I’m wrangling farm animals,” you laugh.

“Well, you could if you really wanted too. I’m sure the farmers wouldn’t mind,” she teases.

“Ew,” you shudder, thinking about one client in particular you work with. “No thanks.

“Anderson still being gross?” Charlie asks, reading your mind.

“Uh-huh. Speaking of, I have to go out there tomorrow, he thinks one of his cows is pregnant,” you sigh, following her to the kitchen.

“Can’t Gav or Noah go instead?” She asks, washing her hands at the sink.

“I’m sure either would in a second,” you reply, wetting your hands too. “They’ve been nothing but great since I joined the practice, but I haven’t told them how he acts towards me. They’d fire him in an instant if they found out. It’s dumb, but I feel like he wins if he knows it bothers me. Plus he brings a lot of money into the practice. Ky comes with me too.”

Charlie frowns but then nods. “Okay, but be careful. He’s a dead man if he ever lays a hand on you,” she warns.

You don’t tell her that he already has.

“So this Bradshaw guy…Is he as hot in person as he is on Insta?” You ask, changing the subject.

“Nope,” she laughs, drying her hands. “Even hotter.”

“Off to a good start. Straight? Single?”

“Yes and yes. He told Jake he was going to ask me out but I think it was just to push Jake into telling me how he felt,” Charlie replies.

“Should’ve done that 10 years ago,” you mutter, smiling when she rolls her eyes.

“Bradley’s a sweetheart. I think you’d make a cute couple.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “I’m just looking to get laid. My vibe isn’t cutting it anymore.”

“What’s not cutting it anymore?” Jake asks as he walks into the kitchen behind the two of you.

“My vibrator. I was telling Charlie I need to get laid,” you answer, forgetting Jake was picking Bradley up from his hotel on the way home.

Jake coughs awkwardly, “Bradshaw, this is my sister, Emma.”

You cringe, laughing as you turn around, refusing to be embarrassed.

Damn. Charlie wasn’t lying; he is hotter in person. Dressed in tight jeans with a Hawaiian shirt, unbuttoned to reveal his dog tags, and a white tank clinging to his defined chest.

“Couldn’t have led with that, Jake?” You glare at your older brother before turning to Bradley with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

“You can call me Bradley, or Rooster if you want. Nice to meet you too,” he chuckles, cheeks flushed and his deep brown eyes twinkle with amusement as he takes your outstretched hand, making it look small. Your eyes flicker to his dog tags, wishing you could reach out and grab them to pull him in for a kiss.

“Who wants a beer?” Charlie asks, breaking the spell.

“Me, please, and thank you,” you answer as you reluctantly pull your hand away, wondering how his callouses would feel on other parts of your body.

“I’ll take one too, thanks,” he answers as his eyes do a perusal of you.

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“So you’re a vet?” Bradley asks as you finish your singer around Jake and Charlie’s kitchen table.

“Yep. Large animals mostly, but I’ll cover the clinic if needed,” you reply.

“Emma was always the smart one,” Jake says, nudging you with his elbow.

“And the pretty one, and the sweet one, and the strong one…” you tease.

“Strong one is true,” Charlie agrees, squealing as Jake pinches her.

“I’ll never hear the end of it ‘cause Em beat me in arm wrestling once or twice,” Jake rolls his eyes.

“Once or twice?! I was 14 the last time you beat me,” you scoff as Charlie laughs in the background.

“Sounds like there needs to be a rematch,” Bradley says, sipping his beer.

“I’m in,” you shrug, looking at Jake.

“Fine.”

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Everyone helps clear the table and load the dishwasher. It’s refreshing to see a man besides your dad and Jake help; you and Jake were raised without household gender roles but most of the men you know weren’t.

“Alright, on 3. Jake,” Charlie looks at him as she holds your intertwined hands. “No cheating.”

You laugh at the look he gives her.

“1, 2, 3!” Charlie says and releases your hands.

Jake’s stronger than you remember, but still not as strong as you. You let him push your arm a little, biting your lip to not laugh at the look of surprise that flashes over his face before you take a deep breath and push his arm down.

“Oh come on, you totally dropped your shoulder!” Jake argues.

“She did not, you’re just a sore loser,” Charlie laughs, kissing his cheek.”

“Gym muscle just doesn’t compare to farm muscle,” you grin, flexing your bicep.

“Guess not,” Bradley smiles.

Your phone rings and you frown when you see that it’s your tech, Ky.

“It’s work. Sorry, I gotta take this,” you excuse yourself to the front porch.

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“Everything okay?” Jake asks when you come back inside.

“Yeah,” you nod. “It was my tech. His kid is sick so he won’t be with me tomorrow.”

“So you have to go to Anderson’s alone?” Charlie asks, remembering your conversation from earlier.

“Yep,” you sigh, flopping down on the couch.

“As in Jim Anderson? The pervy old fuck?” Jake asks, sitting forward on the couch.

“That’s the one. He thinks one of his heifers is pregnant and I’ve got to go take a look at her before the weekend.”

“Shit,” Jake sighs, thinking. “I’d go with you but we meet with the pastor tomorrow morning. I’ll call him and see if we can-“

“No. You’re getting married in a few days. I can handle it,” you assure him.

“I know you can,” Jake agrees, “But it’d make me feel better if you weren’t alone.

“I can go with you,” Bradley offers. “I was just going to hang out at the hotel while these guys were busy.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you shake your head. “It’s smelly and gross.”

“I don’t mind,” Bradley shrugs.

“He can use some of my old clothes and work boots,” Jake adds. “I know you can hold your own, Em, but I really don’t like that guy.”

Knowing Jake won’t drop it, you sigh and look at Bradley. “You really don’t mind?”

“Not at all. I think it’d be cool,” he smiles so genuinely that you can’t help but believe him.

“Okay. I’ll pick you up at 8.”

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Bradley’s waiting outside the lobby holding two coffees when you pull up the next morning in your work truck. He looks good enough to eat, even if he is wearing your brother’s Wranglers and a Longhorn tee; your Alma mater.

“Two creams, no sugar,” Bradley says, handing a travel cup over. “I texted Jake how you take it,” he answers before you can ask.

You take a sip. “Oh it’s perfect, thank you. I was gonna treat you since you’re helping me out.”

“You’re saving me from a morning of scrolling on my phone, it’s the least I could do,” he replies. He’s practically vibrating in his seat as you pull out of the driveway.

“Excited?”

“Yeah,” he replies with a grin. “I’ve never been up close to a cow before”

You laugh. “Really?”

“Really. I grew up in the city.”

He tells you about it on the way; his dad died before he really knew him and much like Charlie, he was raised by a single mom that he lost to cancer too young.

“You don’t have any family left,” You realize softly.

“Mav’s like an uncle, plus Jake and the rest of the squad.”

“Jake’s not the best at expressing it, but he considers you a brother.”

“You’re telling me the guy who was in love with his best friend for 15 years but didn’t tell her isn’t good at expressing his feelings?” Bradley jokes.

“Crazy, right?” You laugh. “I hear you were gonna ask Charlie out.”

“I just told him that so he’d finally make a move. Yet he always says I’m snug on my perch.” Bradley sighs, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah…what is the story with your callsign?” You ask.

“My dad’s callsign was Goose, so it’s a nod to him. I’m also a morning person.”

“That’s it?” You ask as you turn into the driveway.

“…why?” He asks, avoiding your question and your eyes.

“I was just wondering if it means you have a big cock,” you answer as you grab your bag and hop out of the truck, eyes flicking to his groin before meeting his with a cheeky grin.

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Bradley catches up to you a minute later.

“Good. He’s not outside,” you observe out loud as you round the corner of the barn. “I’m assuming she’s the one in the holding chute. Maybe we’ll get lucky and be gone before he realizes I was here.”

“That bad, huh?”

Your blood boils as recall you the times he’s touched your ass, brushed your breasts, and the inappropriate comments he’s made.

“Yeah, that bad,” you reply, starting your exam.

You finish quickly, laughing when Bradley turns green as you palpate inside her.

“Jesus! Your whole fucking arm’s inside her!” He gulps, turning away and patting her side.

“We got a fetus,” you say pulling your arm free, and removing the lubricated sleeve from your arm. “I just need to give the mama-to-be some vaccines and we’re done.”

“You know, she’s actually kind of cute,” Bradley says, crouching on the other side of the chute to rub her head.

“The calves are even cuter,” you reply, patting her. “I’ll be ready in a second here. Just a heads up, she may flinch.”

You hum as you draw up the meds, not hearing the footsteps behind you. You jump when a hand brushes your backside.

“Didn’t even come to the door to say hello. You avoidin’ me?” Jim breathes into your ear, reeking of chewing tobacco and old sweat.

“Hi Jim. No, I’m just in a hurry. Have a lot to do with Jake’s wedding in a few days,” you reply, stepping to the side to get out of his reach, refusing to look at him.

“You can spare 5 minutes, can’t you? I never get you to myself,” he spits before entering your space again.

“No. I’m here to see the animals, not you-hey!” You yelp when he tugs your ponytail.

That’s the final straw.

He stumbles when you jerk your elbow back, knocking the wind out of him when it nails his solar plexus.

“Don’t ever fucking touch me again,” you seethe, quickly administering the injections and picking up your bag.

“Oh come on, honey. I was just playin’,” he wheezes, bent over. But he reaches for you again.

“You heard her. Don’t touch her. Or anyone else for that matter,” Bradley says calmly as he walks around the chute; but you can see his hand shaking out of the corner of your eye.

Jim gulps as he looks up at Bradley before nodding. “Alright. Sorry Em.”

“I’ll send you the bill and you can find your veterinary care elsewhere,” you reply, ignoring his apology.

Jim’s face goes white when Bradley murmurs something and slaps him on the back none too lightly before following you to the truck.

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

“So that was unprofessional,” you sigh as you back out of the driveway. “But fuck, it felt good.”

“It’s not unprofessional to protect yourself,” he replies. “You’re quite the woman, Emma.”

Your cheeks heat under his praise. “I really appreciate you coming with me and having my back.”

“You had it handled, but no problem.”

“Can I treat you to lunch? As a thank you,” you ask as you pull into the parking lot of his hotel. Not admitting to yourself that you just want more time with him.

“You don’t have to do that, but yeah, I’d like to get lunch with you.”

“Great! I’d take ya now, but I smell like a barn,” you smile. “I’ll pick ya back up in about an hour after I shower.”

“Can’t wait,” he winks, walking to the lobby after shutting the door.

He grins when he glances back, catching you watching him walk away in those tight Wranglers.

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

“Sorry I’m late. I ended up calling my coworkers to let them know what happened before Jim calls to complain.”

“No worries. How’d that go?” He asks, climbing into your personal (and much cleaner) truck.

“Good. They were furious,” you reply, continuing when he arches a brow. “But not at me, said they wish I would’ve told them earlier. Noah’s going to give him a call later. I’d love to be a fly on the wall during that conversation.”

“I’m glad they’ve got your back too.”

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

“Wait a minute, is there where Jake took Charlie on their first date?” Bradley asks when he sees the sign for the scenic outlook turn, handing you a fry from the bag of food you picked up from Ray’s-the town’s old carhop.

“Yeah, he told you about that?”

“I gave him the idea. Well…sort of,” he chuckles. “He was freaking out and didn’t know where to take her. Wanted it to be special, you know? So I asked what he would’ve done if they were in high school. I laughed when he told me he’d take girls to a car hop and find some place to park and fool around, but he said Charlie would like it.”

“She did. She would get so jealous when he’d take other girls out. It was so obvious. God, he’s an idiot,” you laugh, parking under the shade of a live oak.

You eat your lunch on the tailgate as he tells you about his dates when he was younger.

“…my mom tracked us down when I missed curfew and didn’t answer my cell, found us necking in the grocery store parking lot,” he smiles.

“I’m sure it wasn’t at the time, but that’s hilarious.”

“It was mortifying. That was the first and last date I got with Ashley Jones.”

“Thats too bad; if your mom hadn’t found you when she did, you might be married with 2.5 kids by now,” you tease, sipping your milkshake.

He laughs. “Nah, I’m happy with where I am at the moment.”

You smile, catching his insinuation when his eyes meet yours.

“How about you? You ever come out here and make out in a truck with a guy?”

“Nope. I’m Jake Seresin’s little sister, so every cop in town always had an eye on me. Fucking Jake,” you sigh dramatically. “It’s like a rite of passage around here and he ruined it for me.”

“You know, I’m a guy….and we’re sitting in a truck,” Bradley murmurs, brushing a strand of hair off your forehead.

“Yeah? You offering?” You ask, leaning in.

“I am,” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours.

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A/N: I worked on this way too longgggg. I originally liked it but now I’m not sure lol. I hope everything makes sense and you all like it 🥺

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NEW BOBA FIC FRIDAY!!! 🎉

As promised besties here is a preview of my upcoming WIP Worth the Risk! Inspired by the AU queen @maybege's dad's friend and matchmade!Boba thots, this fic's got all your favs: banter, bratting, and getting dicked the f*ck down 🥴

I should have the full story up in the next couple weeks, hope y'all enjoy 💖

—PAIRING: Dad's Friend!Boba Fett x F!Reader

—SUMMARY: Pushing your luck has its rewards.

—RATING: Explicit, 18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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<Better give me those panties now, princess>

Your cheeks heat immediately reading Boba’s message. You can’t see him from your seat but you know wherever he is, he can certainly see you. Crossing your knees, you make sure your hem rides a little higher up your thigh.

Your phone buzzes again and your eyes dart to the new message on your screen.

<I’m not going to ask you twice>

A heated shiver ripples down your spine, pooling in the dampness already forming between your thighs. You know you shouldn’t have riled him up before your family’s cookout but you just couldn’t resist after he’d been gone for a week. Missing his bone deep comfort and lightning touch, you wore a new flirty sundress and rubbed him half hard in the driveway, completely unable to contain your excitement at having him back in your arms. You’d been an absolute angel in his absence, texting him that you remembered to take your meds, drinking enough water everyday, and not touching where you wanted him most just like he asked.

Really, you’ve been a complete saint. You only texted him those two dirty pictures because he asked for them. If anything, Boba should be rewarding you for your restraint instead of making you survive this cookout aching and desperate before he took you home and made good on all his filthy promises. 

Yes, it had definitely been time to take matters into your own hands. And you’re not going to stop now. A sly grin sneaks over your face and you tap out a response.

<Or what? You can’t do shit with all these people around old man>

Adrenaline pipes hot as you hit send. Clicking the screen off, you make a show of stretching so your tits press together. You know he’s got a laser focus on you now after that little message.

Feeling rather pleased with yourself, you chuck your phone into the seat you’re saving for your cousin, Ari. You scan the crowd of family, friends, and neighbors searching for their telltale blue hair and catch it over by the drinks table. No surprise there, of course.

“My, my, my, such a dirty mouth on such a pretty girl.”

The hot shock of Boba’s sinful voice races across your skin. From the sound of it alone you know you’re in deep shit—maybe he’d finally snap and press you up against a wall in a hidden corner. After all, your “good” deeds never went unpunished with him, especially not when they involved blatant acts of brattery. And especially not when you acted like you could get away with them.

A hot spike fires in your core at the thought of what he might do next. 

Putting your most dazzlingly innocent smile, you turn your face up to him, acting like you’re making pleasant conversation. “Oh I assure you, it can get much dirtier… remember that night in your truck?”

The corner of his lips twitch up. “Careful, princess.” The way his dark eyes burn with the unspoken magnitude of his threat almost draws a whimper from your lips. “You already owe me those pink panties of yours, don’t make me add to that list.”

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New Year New Boo

Summary: In where [Y/n] and David ring in the New Year with each other. (Continuation of Rickmas Prompt 14 Icy Roads)

Pairing: David Friedman x Detective!FemReader

Tag(s)/Warning(s): age gap, worries about said age gap, workplace romance (kinda?), confessions, kissing, mostly fluff, folks being in love and junk

Word Count: 4k

A/N: This crush I have on Alan's southern accent is something serious guys 🥴🥴it's just so cute and charming to me when he used it in this movie and Something the Lord Made (an equally fantastic movie!). Bonus points for it being easy for me to write the syntax and stuff for it bc again i'm a southern girl. ANYWAYS here is this cute little part two! Let me know if you enjoyed it (i'm thirsty for comments yall lolol)

A/N: AASDFASFH and i know Rickmas is over but you know what every day is Rickmas if you believe😭🤣😂 and I wanted to give these two some closure lol (and i'm in love with this character)

“Um miss ma’am someone is looking real cute in that lil’ outfit! ‘Bout to go see your man I assume?”

“Well firstly thank you because it is cute right?” [Y/n] chirped, turning carefully to show her outfit off to her friend who wolf whistled playfully at her. “But secondly you assume wrong because he isn’t my man.”

“Shoot not yet he isn’t, with that outfit on if he ain’t kissin’ you when it strikes midnight he might need to get his eyes checked.”

“Cassie!”

“I’m just saying,” she giggled, throwing her hands up and pushing herself off the couch to approach [Y/n] who was smoothing her clothes down with her arm that wasn’t in a sling. “I bet there’s a line of young cuties at the department tryna get with you. But oh no you picked yourself an old man that’s already done gone and broke some of your bones!”

“It’s not like he was tryin’ to do it on purpose!” [Y/n] corrected her approaching friend with a sharp glare and a pout. “Lord knows we didn’t have any business chasin’ anyone around when the roads were iced up like that. And plus.”

Walking up to the mirror that was hanging onto the back of her doorway to make sure her outfit and hair were still put together, she turned back to Cassie who still wore a light hearted grin.

“If those guys really wanted to get with me Cass, they’ve had more than enough chances to say somethin’ and they haven’t so I’m not about to sweat something like that.”

“That’s fair though you probably just intimidate them hon, with what being the top of your class at the academy and just two years after that becoming a detective? You know some men can’t handle a badass lady.”

“Well, that’s their loss because-.”

About to dismiss her friend not really caring if the men she worked with found her intimidating or not, a knock at the door had both of them looking up in its direction. Cassie’s face immediately lit up as she looked at [Y/n].

“Ooooh is that him?” She whispered yelled, excited about meeting the man that her friend had been talking about nonstop since the little confession that had been made to him weeks ago. “You didn’t tell me he was pickin’ you up and you got me standin’ around with my pajamas on like somebody’s grandma!” 

Rolling her eyes, [Y/n] watched as her friend ran to grab a throw blanket that was lying bunched up on the couch and wrap it around herself to hide the pajamas that she was wearing.

“Yes that’s him and yes he’s pickin’ me up I can't drive right now remember ? That’s why I dragged you over in the first place.” [Y/n] hissed nodding her head towards her arm in a sling before continuing, “now calm down you’re actin’ like he’s here to pick you up and I don’t need you scarin’ him off.”

“Pff oh yeah scare him off, I’m not the one runnin’ people off the road,” Cassie scoffed as [Y/n] threw one last look that said ‘hush it’ before going to unbolt the locks on the door. 

Opening the door, she already knew her cheeks were going to be hurting by the end of the night by the wide smile that found itself plastered on her face when she came face to face with the older man.

Dressed up with black dress pants and a tan button-up dress shirt that was accompanied with a dark blue tie that had some white pattern on it she couldn’t help but ogle at him for a second. 

It’s not like she had never seen him like this considering his normal work attire was similar but goodness gracious he was still handsome as ever.

And wait a second, where was the five o’clock shadow that he usually rocked? Did he shave just for this? A giddiness rose in her stomach as she tried to contain her excitement, barely able to get out her sentence.

“Dave, either you just left the office or you’re about to take me to Brennan’s for a very fancy New Year’s eve dinner.” 

“Then I guess we’re both ‘bout to be very disappointed,” he drawled, crossing his arms against his chest and leaning against the door frame with a smirk that had her grinning back at him.

“Because the only reservation we have is at la maison de David, which I have to say is lacking in the fancy decorations that Brennan’s has. Besides, Quarter’s probably already infested with drunk folks trying to ring in the New Year’s with alcohol poisionin’.”

“Well as long as I’m not doing the cooking, you won’t hear any complaints from me. And you're probably right about the Quarter. Best we avoid it as I don’t feel like gettin’ thrown up on by someone who had one too many of them hand grenades.”

“Good, glad we’re on the same page then partner.” His smirk never failed as he pushed himself upright and tentatively offered his hand to [Y/n] who gave him a bashful smile as she went to take it when,

“Ahem!”

A loud cough startled both of them, and had [Y/n] whipping around somehow forgetting that Cassie was still in the front room.

“Now I know you did not just forget that I was back here,” she said, blanket still wrapped around her as she waddled over to the door to get a glimpse of the visitor. “And here I thought you were gonna introduce me to your friend hon!”

“Shit-sorry Cass,” [Y/n] spoke as the heat of embarrassment filled her face while she moved aside a little so Cassie could meet David.

“David this is my friend Cassie. She's been comin’ by and stayin’ with me to help me out with this,” she nodded down to indicate her sling. “And Cassie, this is David, my literal partner in crime fighting.”

“Well hello, there detective! Cassie Thibodeaux’s the name. Well, Cassandra actually but the only person who uses it is my momma when she’s pissed or sister Alice at St.Mary’s,” she greeted cheerfully, thrusting her hand out to firmly shake David’s outstretched one. “Nice to finally meet the man that broke my poor girl’s bones!”

“Cass!”

The exasperation was clear in [Y/n]’s voice as Cassie turned around, a sly grin and a glint in her eyes that signaled she was up to no good on purpose. If there was one thing about her friend it was that she was going to say whatever whenever. A great quality to have until she was blabbing about the thing that [Y/n] didn’t want to be brought up again. 

He had already apologized and heck she probably wouldn’t be going on a date with him if it hadn’t happened. Wait, this was a date right?

Not that they were a couple or anything yet but she was going to his house for dinner on New Year’s Eve and he had said they could talk about what she had basically confessed to him weeks ago.

Before she could get too deep in thought about it, David’s voice pulled her back to reality as he chatted with Cassie who was laughing up a storm at what was being said.

“I really did feel bad when we got to the hospital but then she woke up the first thing she started doing was insulting the doctors and trying to rip things out of her.” He spoke recalling what had happened a while after the accident and how [Y/n] was getting annoyed at all the poking when all she wanted was to just go home. “Then she told me she was going to buy some training wheels for my old a-”

“Okay that’s enough!” [Y/n] squeaked, clapping her hands loudly to grab both of their attention as she was a bit mortified about what she had said to him while she had been in pain. “We really need to head out before traffic gets any worse than it is.”

“Alright alright I’ll stop and let you both go,” Cassie said backing up from the door as [Y/n] made her way past her friend and just outside of the door so that she was next to David. 

“I just wanted to be nosy and see who [Y/n] was about to ride off into the sunset with,” she continued to tease, causing another sigh to leave said woman even though she couldn’t help but smile at her friend who was being just plain silly. “But don't y’all get into too much trouble now and make sure you bring my girl home safe and sound detective no more broken bones!”

“Yes ma’am, no more broken bones though I can’t promise we won’t get into any trouble.” He replied before looking towards [Y/n] to ask, “ready?”

“Absolutely,” she replied instantly, shooting him a smile and then waving goodbye at her friend. “See you Cass I’ll text you and don’t burn my apartment down!”

“As David said, no promises but I’ll try, and you better!”

Shaking their heads and laughing at one another, Cassie, shut the door leaving both [Y/n] and David standing outside her apartment.

“Funny friend you got there,” he said, reaching his hand out again as he did earlier to take hers.

“Oh, you don’t even know the half of it, Friedman.” Was her response as she took his invitation letting him guide her and enjoying the warmth that radiated from his hand entwined with hers.

Dinner had been absolutely spectacular. Honestly way better than any restaurant considering they weren’t having to wait for a table or having to talk over the noise of other people’s conversations. And to add to it, the food was just mouth watering.

From the crawfish etouffee and grilled oysters that he had prepared to the tasty and not too sweet banana pudding that they had afterward to balance the salt out from the main course. Or that’s what they joked about at least.

All of it was just so good and she couldn’t help but feel sleepy and content as she reclined on his couch afterward with a glass of water to wash everything down.

“Now why didn't you tell me you could cook like that because that was just too good!” [Y/n] praised as David plopped down next to her sinking into the couch like she had to relax after the meal.

“Well thank you kindly [Y/n] but there are some things in life you gotta keep to yourself and my cookin’ is one of them,” he answered looking over to her and feeling amused at the sleepy smile on her face as she listened. “The last thing I need is to be volunteered up for the station's potluck because lord knows I won’t hear the end of it afterward.”

“I hear that, I don’t even know why we have to cook for it. It’s not like we don’t already do overtime on the reg but now they want us to do more stuff no thank you, that’s above my pay grade.”

His deep chuckle filled the room, drowning out the background noise of a New Year’s countdown party playing on the tv in front of them. In the same moment, she could feel herself being filled with a comforting warmth listening to his laugh and enjoying the rich sound of it.

“And here I thought you enjoyed stayin’ late at the office with me to finish up reports that some of your peers seem to have trouble gettin’ done.”

[Y/n]’s face scrunched up as if she had tasted something sour when he said that as the memory of many late nights at the station played in her head due to the stupidity of some of the people they had to work with. How hard really was it to transfer paper files onto the computer by someone’s last name?

“Unfortunately I’m not a fan of havin’ to organize other folks' stuff because they haven’t learned how to click a button or two,” she groused out before adding calmly, “but other than that I do have to admit the occasional late night investigative session with you is invigorating. It pays to have such a solid partner who knows what he’s doin’ so no complaints from me on that.”

“Really no complaints even though I broke your collarbone and almost killed you?”

“Hey, I didn’t say I liked your driving, only that you’re a good partner and I think we make quite a team.”

“Touche,” he nodded as a thoughtful expression crossed his features before, “but now that you mentioned it I think we should talk about that shouldn’t we? The whole partner thing.”

For a second she didn’t understand what he was alluding to as she cocked an eyebrow up a questioning expression on her features. Partner thing? What in the sweet baby Jesus was he talking about? Meeting his hazel eyes that seem to glitter mischievously along with the smirk that was slowly becoming wider. She pondered for a second before,

“Oh jeez, Friedman, are you bringing up what I think you’re bringing up?” [Y/n] sputtered out her face warming up at the sudden change of conversation as she gave him a wide eyed look. He didn’t at all seem phased by it, more like amused as she saw a twitch of his lips upward. Of course, he would find amusement in it. “What a segue if I’ve ever heard any! Is that really how you’re goin’ to start the conversation.”

A mock offended look crossed his features as he threw his hands up at her.

“What, I thought we were in agreement that we were gonna talk about it after you were no longer high as a kite and dyin'?” 

“I know but well shit,” she groaned, resting her good arm on her thigh and bending over a little to rest her chin in her palm. “Now that you got me all in the spotlight I’m not even sure what to say.”

“Well, how ‘bout I do you a favor [L/n] and start off with askin’ you what in the hell do you see in someone my age that you can’t find in one of those young boys at the station.”

“Considerin’ none of the station boys seem interested in me in the first place,'' she huffed out remembering something similar Cassie had said to her earlier, “I think it’s easy to understand why I like you so much seein’ that I’ve been partnered up with you for about two years. And I actually really enjoy workin’ with you. Even if it’s those dreaded late night shifts.”

“Somethin’ tells me those boys are more interested than you think, especially with how p-,” the word caught in his throat and [Y/n] was quick to turn her head to look at him with a questioning gaze. 

Catching her gaze and the hint of interest in them, he cleared his throat before continuing. “With how close in age some of y’all are and the way you do your job better than most of them I say you probably got a few more admirers than you think.”

Shrugging she scooted back con the couch and let her head fall back before lazily turning it to look at him.

“Even so, I just think you’re pretty great Dave,” she added, throwing a grin at him that had him reciprocating it with his own as he maneuvered himself so that he was resting one side of his face on the palm of his hand. “I know we put on a face and such when we go to work, but you’re one of the few people who’s the same sarcastic ass off duty as you are on, and pardon me it’s kinda sexy.”

“Only kinda? I think it’s probably one of my more redeeming qualities.” He quipped “Who doesn’t love a sarcastic asshole bursting in their office and accusing folks of a setup.”

“Ah and there Mr. Sarcastic is, glad you could join the party,” she laughed remembering him telling her that whole debacle with the one senator from a few years ago. “But the fact that you were right made it less assholish and again you definitely raised your sexy factor up by this much,” she teased, raising her hand up and showing the wide gap she made between her thumb and index finger.

“You know hearin’ you reference me and the word ‘sexy’ in one sentence is not somethin’ I put on my bingo card for this year.”

“What? Gonna report me to HR if I keep it up?”

“And get saddled up with some of the other guys in the station as a partner, no ma’am I prefer to be alive in the next six months.”

Raucous laughter broke out from both of them, their shoulders shaking from his fatalistic outlook of being partnered up with someone else. Honestly, she probably wouldn’t trade him in either with all the experience he had in the field, sans the car accident of course. 

He had been the best partner these past years whether it be on duty or off duty he had always been a phone call away if she needed him. And something about it just made her giddy about it even if those gestures potentially meant nothing. It was still sweet and it kinda made her fall in love even though she had tried to keep it shut away. 

“Don’t blame you one bit on that,” [Y/n] managed to say coming down from the little high as her stomach and cheeks ached from all the laughing that was happening. Wiping a tear out of her eye with her good arm, her smile never left as she looked back at the man who was calming down.

“But you know, the wild thing is even with all of that, your terrible drivin’, your sarcasm, and everything else, I still really really like you, and,'' biting the inside of her cheek she couldn’t help but feel the air leave her lungs as hazel eyes locked onto her with a softness that just made her heart squeeze. 

She really did like the older man regardless of the age chasm they had in between and it seemed to help her find some courage. So with that little fire in her, she sat upright again and faced him before asking,

“I was just curious ‘bout how you felt, and maybe, you know...we could be partners outside of work too?”

Other than the tv that was still going on in the background silence crept around them as she let the question sit between them. Even her breathing seemed to go silent as she gazed up at Dave who was holding her stare while the cogwheels in his brain seem to be turning. 

The silence felt like an eternity and she would have laughed at how cliche it all was if it wasn’t her own feelings on the line. So to say that the relief she felt was palpable when he spoke was an understatement.

“You know, if we got involved we would have to stop bein’ partners right?” He murmured scooting over towards [Y/n] and resting his arm along the top of the couch.

“I know I know and I’m sorry because I know it’s gonna be a shit ton of paperwork we’re gonna have to do. And of course the whole new partner thing,” she added on with a sigh more concerned about that part than the amount of red tape there was bound to be.

“Mhmmm that and you know folks are gonna have questions about this whole thing?”

“Oh believe me I’m aware. Should have heard Cassie playin’ twenty questions with me when I told her.” [Y/n] grumbled remembering the way her friend burst into her apartment a few weeks ago armed and ready with questions about what was happening.

“And knowin’ that everyone is gonna wanna be in your business when they eventually find out because you know folks are noisy ‘round here you’re alright with it?”

“Well-,” she paused mid sentence, noticing the warmth that radiated off him now that he was suddenly closer to her. It brought a demure smile to her face as she scooted herself toward him which had his eyes twinkling at the action. “We’ll cross that bridge when we cross it and plus they’re going to be in your business too.”

“You know my last relationship ended in divorce right?” He questioned as the warmth of breath tickled her skin causing goosebumps to prickle all over her arms.

She was very much aware that the last relationship he had ended in a divorce but there had been other circumstances that no longer existed. And well who was she to not take her chances with the man that she had ogled at more than appropriate during her time working with him? What could she say, she was young and in love. 

“Dave what's with the twenty questions yes I’m aware, you know that,” she responded lowly, tilting her head just enough to brush her nose against his and listening to the breath that he sucked in at the contact. Yet he didn’t flinch and he didn’t back away, and it had the butterflies in her stomach going wild. “And my last relationship was with some guy in college who just wanted to get with my roommate so we are both gonna be a little rusty.”

For a moment they just sat there, quietly, their foreheads touching and the sound of a countdown beginning to happen on tv and fireworks already going off outside.

“Dave?”

“You’re a pretty lil’ thing you know that right?” He confessed softly at the call of his name. As sudden as his words were, they had her beaming at him and gently brushing her nose against his again as she tried to look up at him through her eyelashes. “So you’ll have to excuse me because I’m still tryin’ wrap my head around the fact that my very young and very sweet partner actually enjoys my bitchin’ and sarcasm about folks. ”

“Well don’t say it like I’m that young Friedman makin’ it sound all weird and junk,” she snorted causing a deep chuckle to rumble through him, “and don’t take too long wrappin' your head ‘round it because yes I love it when you bitch people out and two from the sound of it,” motioning her head to the tv to signal the folks cheering on it, “we got fifteen seconds till New Year’s and I’m hopin’ to at least get a kiss to start it off right.”

“Think we be a good team outside work?” He asked quietly, lips just centimeters away from hers as the arm behind them went to gently wrap around her shoulders.

“Keep treating me as nicely as you always have for the past two years and we’ll be golden boo.”

“Don’t ever use that word again.”

“Can’t promise you I won’t,” she giggled, tilting her head up as they listened to the chants on tv.

“3, 2, 1!”

The sound of fireworks outside multiplied tenfold as she felt his hand cup the back of her head and his lips press so tenderly against hers. What was going on outside with the light show couldn’t compare to the bubbling and bursting in her chest that she felt as she melted into the kiss. Everything about it was so sweet, so warm, so loving and it was better than she could have ever imagined as he dragged away from her leaving her a bit breathless.

“Happy New Year Dave.”

She murmured softly, chest heaving as her eyes shimmered brightly and a smile lit up her face just as the fireworks outside lit the night sky up.

As sweet as the kiss was, an even sweeter and gentler smile appeared on his features as he leaned down once more, and against her lips he whispered,

“Happy New Year [Y/n].”

Before claiming them once more in one of the many kisses they would be sharing from then on.

Bonus:

Cass: Are you alive its 130?!?!?

[Y/n]: Whoops! sorry I am but dont wait up for me im stayin the night :) 

Cass: YEEEES BE SAFE USE PROTECTION!!!

[Y/n]: OMG GOODNIGHT I CANT WITH YOU

Cass: ;) ;) ;)  congrats girl new year new boo

[Y/n]: :) you’re the worst thanks maam happy new year <3

A/N:

That's all folks!!!!!! My last fic for the year and an apt one to for ringing in the new year! Can I just tell you guys how much I've enjoyed being in Alan Rickman fandom and creating content for it though??🥺🥺🥺

Everyone is just so talented and fun and I'm just really happy that I've been able to be super absorbed in it these past months bc idk about some of yall but this year almost took me out.😭😭😭 A lot of discouring things seemed to happen this year but the fandom kept a girl aflot so I'm forever thankful for you all!

I hope that next year is kinder to everyone and I hope that our fandom continues to grow even if the man this fandom is dedicated to is no longer with us (weeps) I hope he is looking down on us like 'these folks are wild but I admire the creativity ❤'. i appreciate all you thots (affectionally) and I hope you all go safely into the new year ❤❤❤

[mlobsters]

supernatural s7e2 hello, cruel world (w. ben edlund)

HALLUCIFER Right. You think this fruit-bat fever dream is reality? You come back, I'm sorry, with no soul like some peppy American Psycho, till Saint Dean glues you back together again by buying you some magic amnesia. You’re real. I’m very real. Everything between is what we call set dressing.

heart is breaking for sam already

HALLUCIFER You’re still in my cell. You’re my bunkmate, buddy. You’re my little bitch, in every sense of the term.

in general i am overly literal and what i see is what i get when it comes to show canon but i'm trying so hard to hold tight to the illusion in my mind that hell-torture for sam and dean didn't involve rape but they're making it really fucking hard. there's been other references, i think one in the last ep no less. just keep thinking to myself "gloss over it, they're just being edgy, they don't actually mean it". i start to get real upset if i think about it so yeah.

i know i'm wearing the wincest goggles but again i feel like i am capable of picking up what a show is putting down regardless of a ship i might be invested in, but i feel like i'm losing it with cas and dean's relationship level. i feel like we have seen so little of cas in general, that they keep TALKING about how they're all close but we've seen so little of it?? i'd think with 22 episodes a season they'd have room to establish this onscreen 🥴 but here's dean crying over presumed-dead cas. i guess i'm just gonna have to go with it and stop complaining about sHoW doN't TeLL

god what is this weird music transition into the doobie brothers black water - just because the lyrics work does not mean the music does :P hard left turn after mushy dead cas scene. i fear i have slipped into overly critical mode

short and gruff version of hannibal tending will graham's wounded hands post-tier

i get that dean's freaked out and scared but he's being such an asshole to sam

what an exceptionally cruel hallucination they're giving sam. i might need to look up how long he deals with this before it gets fixed because.....

DEAN Yeah, well. I’m not Sam, okay? I keep my marbles in a lead friggin' box. I’m fine. Really.

big fat fuck you, dean. you can't out tough psychosis.

BOBBY Of course. Yeah. You just lost one of the best friends you ever had, your brother’s in the bell jar, and Purgatory’s most wanted are surfing the sewer lines, but yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re – you're fine.

one of the best friends you ever had. ok. O K. (nevermind how depressingly in-the-basement-low the bar is being the number of people he could call friends he's had)

looks like bobby's computer got an upgrade! seems untitled 1 and 2 desktop has made it to the actual desktop 😂

s6e4 weekend at bobby's his 3.1 desktop LOL

okay so hell politics, heaven politics, the clear next step is purgatory politics. who is the boss of the leviathans *pulls out the org chart* (god i just don't care)

sam's hallucinating dean now, great. do not like

DEAN This is real. Not a year ago, not in Hell, now. I was with you when you cut it, I sewed it up! Look!

little gift to wincest kink writers everywhere, dean helping sam by inflicting pain

DEAN Hey. I am your flesh-and-blood brother, okay? I’m the only one who can legitimately kick your ass in real time. You got away. We got you out, Sammy. DEAN Believe in that! Believe me, okay? You gotta believe me. You gotta make it stone number one and build on it. You understand? SAM Yeah. Yeah, okay.

dean looks like he might fall over he's so relieved.

DEAN (on phone) You cannot be in that crater back there. I can’t… If you’re gone, I swear, I am going to strap my Beautiful Mind brother into the car and I’m gonna drive us off the pier. You asked me how I was doing? Well, not good! Now you said you’d be here. Where are you?

well this is awful. first hallucifer encouraging sam to kill himself repeatedly and now dean saying this. also do not like.

(also very serious things happening and then that cheesy ass special effects on the leviathan's face -_-)

the winchesters getting an ambulance and going to the hospital for an injury, wonders never cease.

[skoulsons]

you know what time it is. my scrambled thoughts. took me an hour and a half to finish the ep 🥴

-

TLOU EP2

people have said this ep is really good and intense so I’m excited

HERE WE GO

where are we

OH JAKARTA

we going back to two days before it broke out it looks like cause the 24th

Oooh police? What did she do

I think every ep is gonna start with a flashback so that’s cool

or is she like a doctor or something and knows something about the fungus?

she looks distressed?

Ibu ratna okay. Prof of mycology so they need her to inspect the cordyceps or something

I remember seeing a pic of her floating around

my episode froze why

Ophiocordyceps

A HUMAN?

cant survive in humans suree

oh dear is this person gonna be a clicker already or something

oh no okay it’s just her corpse

EUGH I hate surgery stuff and cutting like that

is she gonna wake up I fear

This is so gross please

OH MY FORHDKF that’s horrifying

bro I feel sick wth

FLOUR AND GRAIN FACTORY people were right

so she bit three people and they were all taken into observation

oh fourteen that’s a lot

listening carefully

“There is no vaccine” you’re damn right thank you joel

BOMB alright cool

it’s gonna be hiroshima all over again

was that too much im sorry

no she wants to be with her family before they all die :(

INTROOOOOO

oh the music. gustavo I love you

I cant skip this intro it’s too good man

and the little Joel and Ellie <3

alright back to reality

look at her sleeping. she’s so tiny

they really put butterflies everywhere in this show

her bed hair 😭

did they just shove her in a room or something and tell her to go to sleep

OH THEYRE STARING AT HER AOFHSKDHJER

I feel like I just experienced whiplash

oh cause she’s infected

sir that’s the second time you’ve aimed a gun at her in the last two days

im only 11 minutes in at this rate I’ll never get through this episode

“Don’t worry about that” “well I’m gonna” 😭

“there’s not gonna be anything bad in here” “just you” “oh funny” STOPPP I cant wait to get moments like these where they’re smiling

Joel :((

holy crap. “You need to stop talking about this kid like she’s got some kind of life in front of her”

“Guess not you guys” 😭

joel being scared of Tess going over to Ellie bc he doesn’t want her to get hurt :( the end of this ep is gonna suck real bad

“You must’ve heard that he wants to shoot you” :(

THE FACE PALM

“She told me not to tell anybody and now I’m telling the first people that i-“ this is so Ellie. it’s about the vaccine isn’t it

YUP

Joel knowing exactly what she was saying 😭

FUCK YOU MAN I DIDNT ASK FOR THIS THATS FROM THE GAMEEEE

Tess having to be their mediator

I GET IT!? damn no

her making the clicks 😭

I can’t believe I get to see my little comfort character in live action whisper an “okay” and throw his hands outwards. I love you joel miller

ILL JUST THROW A SANDWICH AT THEM

the chirping birds :)

I hope there’s a little instinctive moment where Joel protects her this ep. IM YEARNING FOR IT (I got it :D)

man those buildings look gnarly

I love how Joel just keeps walking while Tess indulges her questions. he’s so annoyed 😭

they’re such a little family 🫶🏻

oh I’m dumb I had captions this whole time and never put them on

GUSTAVOOOO

NO YOURE JOKING THE LITTLE GIRAFFE TOY. REALLY. REALLY NEIL.

Joel’s just causally eavesdropping cause he won’t talk to her directly but is also still curious

TESS IS SUCH A MOM

Riley :/

you got some balls on you sister 💀

I know I said this last week but Joel really has the “too tired for this shit” plastered on his face all the time and it’s delightful

the scenery is phenomenal

ooh mention of spores

they’ve really got the whole “Ellie bombarding them with questions and inquiring about every little thing” down

OOH CLICKER CLICK. that was loud too

AW LITTLE DUCKS LOOK AT THEM

and a frog too 😭

OH YEHA SHE CANT SWIM

“Have you heard of books?” 💀 he’s SO done with her

NO SMART ASS. his little jump to show her it’s not deep 😭

HIM REACHING HIS HAND TO HELP HER UP <33333333

HE PULLED AWAY SO AGGRESSIVELY

this whole set is so good

YOU TRY CLIMBING TEN FLOORS WITH OUR KNEES. they’re so old this is so cute

ARE WE GONNA GET HIM BOOSTING YHEM UP YES

he won’t even grab her shoulder to shove her aside. mans grabbed a fist full of her hoodie and backpack 😭

“I’m gonna need a few minutes” boy I hope this joelellie convo goes well

ELLIE STOP FLIPPING THE KNIFE

“The circus” he’s so tired

AWW HONESTY ABOUT WHERE HES FROM <3

he’s downplaying her knowledge so much I love this

NOT HER ASKING ABOUT THEM

“PASS”

“no more questions about me” :(

this direction is beautiful. neil I take back anything bad I’ve said about you

OH I THOUGJT YOU WENT TO SCHOOL. he’s so snippy

was that a hint of him smiling. was it. or is my brainrot convincing me of things. WAS IT. she said it’s a really shitty one and it cuts to him I SWEAR THE LOOK ON HIS FACE AND HIS EYES I SWEAR

“sometimes” :( he looks like he’s thinking abt sarah

their height difference bro I can’t wait til they hug

NO WAS SHE BIT BACK THERE?? or no

im trying to cut these into small sections so… next section I guess?

wow. that’s a lot of bodies

all the infected noises wow

wow that’s incredibly scary

ooh the fungus being like a hive mind sort of thing? Interesting

MUSEUMMM

ooh he was testing it

“did Marlene pack you one of these or just sandwiches?” 😭

“I HAVE A SPARE HAND” “CONGRATULATIONS” they’re so funny. if y’all could see the grin on my face

this is so spooky

that guy is messed up

JOELS FACE SHUSHING HER

“from this point forward, we are silent” yes sir whatever you say sir <3

this building is really falling apart

Joel turning back to look a them :’)

these first two eps have a lot of trailer shots which is good

the bodies look so gnarly

why did Joel look so soft opening that door. he just looks so 🤏🏻

oh look, a rare untouched room. not for long

CLICKER TIME RIGHT?

him helping Ellie up :’’’)

wow that’s a gorgeous shot of their lights lighting up the dust from the debris

oh my gosh dude

DUDE THE CLICKER ISBSO GOOD

joel has a tear in his eye telling her to be quiet. I might just 🕳👩‍🦯

ITS SO FREAKY

NOT A SECONF ONE?

it’s right there EUGH

they look so good dude

he sees Ellie he’s going over to get her

his backpack almost hit her in the face 😭

ITS SO CLOSE TO HIS FACE

CLOSE YOUR MOUTH JOEL

this is a serious scene but I can’t help but look at Ellie holding the flashlight on the clicker while joel fires and immediately being reminded of all the times my dad has had to fix something and I have to hold the flashlight over his shoulder while he yells at me to hold it better

HIM GRABBING HER TO PUSH HER BEHIND HIM

oh she was bit a second time I THOUGHT SHE WAS

“If it was gonna happen to ONE of us” mmmm not quite true

ROOF SCENE ROOF SCENE ROOF SCENE ROOF SCENE

“For once, maybe we could actually win” :/she’s acting like this bc she’s bit and she doesn’t get to win

WORD FOR WORD? WORD FOR WORD!

he looks sm softer looking at her :(

THE WATCH GLANCE

that ladder is so unstable

last ten mins

man she’s in such a rush to get there :/ Joel’s suspicious

EUGH was that crushing his head? sheesh

that bloods looking pretty fresh

oh here we go

oh that’s disgusting okay

Here we goooo

“That’s not my home” why does it look like that broke Joel.

OUR LUCK HAD TO RUN OUT SOONER OR LATER

SHE INFECTED

NO JOEL LOOKS SO

NOT THE BACK AWAY??

on her neck still wow.

OOPS RIGHT

she’s shaking already :(

YOU GET HER THERE YOU KEEP HER ALIVE AND YOUBSET EGRRYTHING RIGHT. ALL THE SHIT WE DID

HES CRYINGGGGG DONT LOOK AT ME HIS EYES ARE RED

we the tendrils are OH OH OH THEYRE WAKING UP OH THE WHOLE CROWD IS WAKING UP

joel baby you gotta go

NOT JOELS BREATH HITCHING

SAVE WHO YOU CAN SAVE *immediately grabs Ellie*

Tess :(

LH THRYRE SO GROSS

I hate that

joel :((

Tess went out like a hero tho what a champ

12/10 episode!! So freaking good

[blue-slxt]

Now, listen, I have never really considered myself a Tsu’tey girly. I like his character, but I’ve never really gotten into him in terms of fics. But this…this made me feel some things. I think I squealed through this whole thing. Also, this may have just given me the motivation I needed to finally stop stalling on getting my nipples pierced.

I’m also unspeakably grateful for 18k words. I live for long ass fics and your writing never disappoints 😩🙌🏾

He had been trying to come up with an excuse to invite you to spend more time with him, and the added incentive of getting to show off some of his skills to you had made him over-eager and excited.

Why is this painfully adorable? 😭

Showing off physical prowess is just one way of impressing a potential mate, and while it’s not initially what he had intended with the offer, the idea of putting on a mating display for you makes excited heat simmer low in his belly.

Giggling and kicking my feet

It must be obvious to you, how he looks at you with starry, moronic eyes.

I think “starry, moronic eyes” is my new favorite description for a lovestruck expression 😭💕

Tsu’tey purses his lips and picks at the remaining teylu in his small carved bowl. “You… think that she may return my feelings?”Jake groans, holding the baby with one hand as he covers his face with the other. “You’re killing me here.”

I’m CACKLING

When has he ever talked about his feelings before? He prefers to just feel things intensely and then shove it all down very deep until it inevitably bursts right out of him.

Oof, that one hit close to home 🥲

“Hello.” He manages to get out, sounding thick and a little stupid.“Hi.” You reply, smiling up at him as though you think his inability to speak is adorable.“Jesus Christ.” Jake mutters from off to the side.

“Sorry, I—” Tsu’tey begins, his throat tight and much too dry as he tries desperately to come up with an excuse that has nothing to do with his dick. “You were too heavy.”Jake’s face screws up in yet another wince before he buries his face in baby Kiri’s shoulder as though he can’t bear to watch Tsu’tey humiliate himself.

The way that I am also wincing and cringing, but laughing my ass off at the same damn time🤣

“Saeyla, who asked you to mate?”“There is only one Saeyla in the clan.” Tsu’tey points out, a little confused.

OH. MY. GOD. 😩🤣

Even on his knees, he is slightly taller than you in your bed.

Size kink going brrrrrrrr

Then you grind down, and he’s already so aroused but now he can feel the heat of your pussy through those tiny damn shorts of yours and the noise that’s torn from his chest is completely undignified.

I want to hear it 👁️👄👁️

He reaches out, tugs at your top. “I wish to see you, again.”

The audible squeal I just let out was embarrassing 🥴

It’s the best day of Tsu’tey’s life. He’s going to mark this day and religiously celebrate it every year.

We stan an appreciative king 👑

“Pretty boy,” You whisper, and Tsu’tey gasps, feeling his lip quiver. He cracks his eyes open, just to see you smiling down at him. “Do you like when I call you pretty?”

For whatever reason that I will not be investigating, this made me unbearably aroused.

he’s torn between the urge to care for you, to clean you up and make sure that you’re sated and pleased, and to leave you marked and carrying his scent.

Both please 🙏🏾

ミtìohakx

[tI.o."hak’] P F n. hunger

🍓 pairing: tsu'tey x human fem reader

🍓 tags: nsfw, tsu'tey pov, misunderstandings, vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), reader has nipple piercings, size kink, human x na'vi sex

🍓 wordcount: 18k

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it's been far too long since i wrote for my grumpy boy, so here were go! tsu'tey is really horny in this one guys lmao i'm sorry

reblogs are always enormously appreciated!

There is something wrong with Tsu’tey.

Like, seriously wrong.

This isn’t necessarily a new sentiment to him; he’s been wondering if there’s something fundamentally broken in him for some time now, as if Sylwanin’s death had damaged him more than he could even tell. In the long and painful years following her death, he never so much as glanced at another woman with passing interest. In fact, he had convinced himself that he was no longer capable of experiencing anything even close to romantic or sexual feelings with anyone other than his first love.

Even when he was betrothed to Neytiri, his feelings never developed past fond friendship. Their mating would have been a duty, albeit one he was content enough to perform if it meant that he could serve the clan and maybe, finally, put some of that awful, bone-deep loneliness behind him. But while he loved Neytiri dearly, he could never drum up any real physical attraction beyond the aesthetic appreciation of knowing that she was a beautiful woman.

And that was fine. Tsu’tey never really had a problem with that. He had mostly resigned himself to never experiencing that kind of love again, even if the thought left him hollow on the inside. He’s always been proud to be the kind of man that throws all he has into all into his community and friendships and duties, but he can’t help but wish things were different. It feels a little as though he’s standing stagnant while everyone around him moves on.

The Omaticaya rebuild when the Sky People leave; families are built, bonds are made, and the People move forward. Everyone but Tsu’tey, it feels.

Tsu’tey, instead, finds himself tragically, humiliatingly preoccupied with matters that would surely never have even occurred to him before the war with the Sky People. Well, only one matter, really.

Instead of doing what is expected of him by finding a mate and settling down, like most other men his age in the clan, Tsu’tey finds himself distracted in a way that is completely unbecoming. He goes through his usual motions of hunting, weaving, carving, training, and yet he feels distant from it all, as though his thoughts and attention are elsewhere.

When he’s not carrying out his duties, he’s mortifyingly distracted by just one of the little sky demons that lingers around the village. You.

It would have been unthinkable for him only a few years ago. Even now, Tsu’tey can’t help but wonder if some essential part of him is broken. It’s the only way he can think to explain why you have captured his attention so completely.

There’s nothing special about you. Tsu’tey’s not completely delusional; he can recognise that you’re just a regular Sky Person, nothing impressive. You can’t hunt, you are bad at weaving, and you look odd. You are so tiny and weak, nothing like the willowy and strong women of his clan.

And yet, all of your odd differences are what end up endearing you to him. Tsu’tey has always felt compelled to protect, to serve his clan and defend his people. You’re small and soft, with your strange little face and pretty eyes, and you have no way of defending yourself. Perhaps that was how his fascination with you had started, but it’s since grown into a tentative… friendship, almost.

You visit the village almost every day, to help out where you can or to accompany Norm or even sometimes (and Tsu’tey sometimes has to centre himself to make sure he’s not reading too much into your alien behaviour) just to spend time with him.

“Hey, big guy,” You call out, like you always do, sashaying your way across the village towards him.

Tsu’tey doesn’t look up from where he’s sitting outside his hut, carving a small wooden bowl. It takes quite a bit of effort to look unaffected and casual, especially when his tail had begun to curve around his legs from the moment he had picked up on your sweet scent on the breeze.

“Demon.” He greets back. He chances a quick glance up at you from beneath his eyelashes, hoping you don’t notice.

Then he does a double take, his head snapping up to look at you again as he completely forgets to feign disinterest.

Tsu’tey is used to having you around the village, and he’s used to stifling his embarrassing attraction towards you as best he can. What he’s not used to is the sight of you wearing such tiny little shorts, or such a tight top. The alien fabric is stretched tight across your breasts and so thin that he can see the subtle shape of your nipples beneath the taut fabric.

His stomach does an odd sort of flip, leaving him dizzy.

It's not that he’s shocked by your body – you are still entirely covered (and he tries to quash the disappointment that niggles in the back of his head), and he has seen many female bodies before.

But this is you, and he has never seen so much of you before. The sky demons are confusingly modest and oddly ashamed about their bodies, which means that Tsu’tey has simply had to tackle his odd embarrassing attraction to you with nothing more than his imagination. To see you now like this feels like a physical blow.

Tsu’tey inhales so sharply that he nearly chokes on his own breath. “Tawtute, what—?”

“You said we could go swimming in the river today.” You say, raising the weird little hairy ridges on your brows.

Ah, he thinks, a little dazed. He had said that. It had been a moment of madness, on his part. He had been trying to come up with an excuse to invite you to spend more time with him, and the added incentive of getting to show off some of his skills to you had made him over-eager and excited.

“Mn.” He grunts, his eyes glancing down over the length of your legs, your soft squishy skin all exposed by your tiny shorts. They’re hitched high on your hips, which draws his eyes to your waist and then up again to your breasts, where your top clings to the soft round shape of them.

His eyes follow your hips as you cock them to the side, your hands landing on the curve of your waist. Damn. He… he should really be familiar with the shape of you, by now. You’ve been a near constant presence in the village since the moment you had made the decision to stay behind on Pandora to live in the shoddy human outpost in the nearby forest.

He knows what you look like. But he’s never really seen you in clothes this tight and small before. It’s stupid. Really stupid. He can’t really explain why the sight of your squishy little thighs in those shorts has turned his thoughts into a pathetic buzzing mush of white noise.

You tilt your head, obviously waiting for him to say something. Your eyes are all shiny, looking at him with an expectant smile.

“Yes.” Tsu’tey swallows thickly, forcing himself to his feet. “You wish to swim.”

The thought is a little thrilling. Perhaps he will even be able to catch a few fish in front of you as well. Showing off physical prowess is just one way of impressing a potential mate, and while it’s not initially what he had intended with the offer, the idea of putting on a mating display for you makes excited heat simmer low in his belly.

“Well, you offered.” You remind him, biting at your lower lip under your mask. Your mouth looks all glossy and wet, more so than usual; he wants to touch your lips more than anything.

“Yes. I offered.” He nods, looking down at you as you stand in front of him.

Ah, the height difference is going to his head a little – your face is just level with his belly button, your head tilted all the way back so that you can gaze up at him. His cock twitches at the sight.

“Come.” Tsu’tey says, trying to shake off his distraction before he embarrasses himself.

Just like always, you happily follow after him as he leads the way away out of the village towards the forest. He glances over his shoulder a couple of times, just to make sure that you’re still there.

“I was thinking that after swimming, we could go for a walk,” You say, your little legs working overtime in an attempt to keep up with him. “I’ve been craving that fruit you let me try last time. You know, the one that looks like a blue balloon, but is pink on the inside and really sweet?”

He slows down so that you can keep pace with him more easily, his eyes drawn down to you as you walk. You don’t seem to be wearing your strange little chest covering that usually covers your breasts under your other top, which means that your soft breasts are bouncing lightly with every step you take. Tsu’tey nearly trips over his own feet when he notices, because now it’s like he can’t keep his eyes off you.

The Sky People are demons, a plague on his planet and his people. But you are so bright and sweet, always excited to see him and spend time with him. And your soft body is so different to the Na’vi women he’s used to – you have so much give to you, squishy and bouncy where Na’vi women are firm and lean, especially in places like your thighs and breasts and little tummy. Tsu’tey has never struggled with his self-discipline as much as he does around you.

“Kllpxiwll.” He says, his voice coming out a little less strong than he’d like. “Yes. We can walk later.”

You beam at him, making his tail lash around his ankles. Your cheeks squish up when you smile like that, and his fingers itch with the desire to squeeze at your face.

“Great!” You say brightly, before reaching out to take his hand in yours.

This time, Tsu’tey really does trip. He manages to regain his balance quickly enough that there’s a chance you didn’t notice, but then he looks down at you with wide eyes. Your hand is so small, your little slender fingers curling around his much larger palm, and Tsu’tey swears his heart skips over a beat at the feeling.

Ah, you need his hand for the balance – you hold tight to him as he helps you step over logs and through the long glowing grass between the huge trees. You use your grip on him both as leverage to climb over some of the obstacles before you and to make sure that Tsu’tey keeps his pace slow that you can keep up.

You even glance up at him, your expression uncertain and a little vulnerable, as though you’re unsure how he’s going to react to your touch. He can understand why; he’s never been shy about letting his distaste for your kind known.

 But you’re different. He wonders if you know it – you must know, right? It must be obvious to you, how he looks at you with starry, moronic eyes.

He looks away, struggling to keep his expression cool and neutral. He lets you hold his hand but doesn’t squeeze back, nervous about how tiny your hand is in his and how he might hurt you without even meaning to.

After a moment or two you withdraw your hand, biting at your lip as a small frown tugs at your brow.

When the two of you reach the river, Tsu’tey turns to you and waits. He feels as though he’s holding his breath, watching and waiting as his stomach turns flips. He feels antsy and itchy, his fingers twitching as he forces his face to remain as still as possible.

You raise your eyebrows, tilting your head as your mouth twitches in amusement. “Is there a reason you’re glaring at me like that, babe?”

Tsu’tey frowns reflexively; you’re always calling him strange little nicknames that he doesn’t understand, and he’s yet to decide whether he likes them or not. He decides to focus on the other part of your sentence.

“I am not glaring.” He protests, though he doesn’t relax his face. This expression mostly comes naturally to him, and he doesn’t really want you to see him open and mushy anyway. “I am—I am looking.”

“Okay,” You drawl, drawing the word out. “Looking at me?”

“No. Get in the water.” He says, and it accidentally comes out sounding like an order.

He’s lucky you’re used to his brash manner and blunt attitude, because you just roll your eyes at him instead of taking offence. That’s part of the reason he finds you so lovely, always so sweet and bright even when he makes a mess of communicating with you. His tail coils, so relieved that he hasn’t messed this up yet with you.

When your small hands reach for the button on your tiny shorts, Tsu’tey can’t help but stare. You push the strange rough blue material down over your thighs, and he takes a steadying breath through his nose as you push them down to your ankles.

It’s the first time he’s seen you so exposed, so vulnerable – so… human. Your body is perfect. Beautiful. Soft and curvier than a Na’vi woman, so much smaller than him. He feels a little guilty about the way he’s looking at you so lecherously, but he can’t seem to stop.

He feels his mouth go dry, but he can't bring himself to look away. He's never seen you like this, and he'd never forgive himself if he missed this opportunity just to look.

You step out of your shorts, left in just that thin white top and tiny bottoms that he has heard you call ‘panties’ before. They are small, more revealing than the loincloths worn by his people, so thin and dainty. They cling to you, and Tsu’tey swears he feels his thoughts dissolve into pure nothingness at the realisation that he can practically see the outline of your—

“You’re coming too, right?”

Tsu’tey blinks, a little dazed. When he speaks, his voices comes out a little too sharp yet again. “What?”

You’re looking at him, your eyebrows raised and scrunched a little as you stare at him. You’re confused, he realises, and it takes a moment to realise that it must look as though he’s been glaring at you yet again.

It’s just... That... is a lot of skin. It feels illicit in a way that he’s not used to, because he doesn’t normally see this much of you. It feels like human modesty is now rotting his brain if this is how he’s reacting to just the sight of your bare legs.

“You good?” You ask, and you sound a little uncertain now. “You look… you look kinda angry.”

Tsu’tey manages a grunt, but he doesn’t trust himself to actually speak. His tongue feels too big for his mouth, and he’s sure his words will just come out clumsy and thick. He glances away from you before picking at the ties of his battle band around his waist, drawing it away from him and settling it aside in the phosphorescent moss. He feels naked without it, though he doesn’t remove his tewng.

“I am not angry.” He says at last, pleased with how steady he sounds.

You just hum, and step away from him towards the water. He watches you go, his gaze trailing over all your soft flesh. This cannot be normal. Human women are not supposed to be this attractive, and Na'vi men are certainly not meant to be attracted to them.

And yet... he can't resist sneaking glances at you whenever the opportunity presents itself. Your bare skin, your soft body, your bouncing breasts, your lips... you’re driving him mad. His twitching cock beneath his loincloth means that there is no chance of pretending he doesn’t know how attracted he is to you.

You step into the water, letting out a breathy noise of surprise at the temperature. “Oh, it’s cold!”

He watches you walk ahead of him into the river, his eyes are drawn to your hips, then your waist, then... he feels his face grow hot. Get a grip, Tsutey. You're being ridiculous.

But... oh Eywa...

Tsu’tey just breathes. He closes his eyes for a moment, just to collect himself. He’s being an idiot. He’s better than this; he is a warrior, a hunter, he has been trained for leadership and has fought alongside Toruk Makto. There is no good reason for a human woman to bring him to his damn knees like this.

You wade in a little deeper, until the running river water gurgles around your thighs. Then a little further, until the current is rippling around the bare skin of your waist. Then you keep going, until you’re submerged up to your neck, and you’re making a scrunched up little face as you hiss through your teeth.

“Shit! How can the water be this cold when it’s so hot out!” You complain again, your nose all wrinkled.

Oh.. you’re just adorable. Tsu’tey feels his fingers twitching again, wanting so badly to touch and squeeze and pinch.

You glance back over at him, and give him an odd little look. “Hey, are you coming? I didn’t come here just to swim by myself!”

Tsu’tey stumbles slightly as he makes his way to the edge of the water. Fuck, he’s just a mess of warring emotions right now. All he seems to be able to do is stare at you with hot, hungry eyes.

He glances away again, unable to keep looking at you any longer. He takes a deep breath and dives into the water, keeping his body straight as an arrow as he spears through the water and surfaces only a few feet from you.

The water is cold, but he finds it refreshing. It shocks some awareness back into him, makes him feel a little more normal and less stunned.

You squeal with laughter as his dive splashes you, throwing your head back as you bob in the water nearby. You paddle a little closer to him, swimming a little deeper until you’re treading water next to him.

“It is cold.” He breathes. It’s the only thing he can think of to say that’s even mildly intelligent, yet it sounds like it falls entirely flat.

But you just giggle as though he’s told a wonderful, highly intelligent joke. His ears twitch, relishing the sound of your laughter.

Tsu'tey swallows thickly, his eyes drawn down to your chest. Your thin white top has turned translucent, and clings to the soft shape of your breasts. Through the thin wet fabric, he can see the prominent shape of your nipples.

“I’ve been looking forward to this swim all day,” You’re saying, blissfully unaware Tsu’tey going through his crisis right at your side. “It’s been hot – honestly, the cold water is a bit of a relief, right?”

“Mngh.” Tsu’tey makes an odd grunting noise, before inhaling sharply and tearing his gaze away from you.

He dips down, allowing the river water to engulf him as it rushes over his head. He half-heartedly hopes he drowns, too, but that thought only lasts a moment before he resurfaces and takes a deep, grounding breath.

He can do this. It’s fine. He enjoys spending time with you, especially when he gets to steal you away from the village and the outpost and gets to enjoy your company away from all the curious eyes of the clan. He likes the feeling of having you all to himself.

He swims with you for a while, enjoying the feeling of the water current running over his skin and stealing looks at you as often as he can without you noticing.

You’re so small and soft, and you look pretty in the glow of the sunlight filtering through the trees that shelter the river. He swallows thickly. It feels like he’s witnessing something he never imagined he’d be allowed to see. Your hips. Your waist. Your soft thighs. Your… everything. Fuck, he wants you.

Eventually, you tire, and paddle your way back to the riverbank. Tsu’tey follows as if he’s been magnetised, orbiting nearby you as you clamber your way back onto the sand. Then you lay out on the bank in the sun to dry off, and Tsu’tey feels his pulse throbs hot and heavy in his throat.

He climbs out after you, his tail swinging low as his eyes trail over your figure. Your wet clothes cling to you, the soft fabric of your panties sticking to your hips and your translucent white top revealing almost everything to him.

He settles next to you, unable to look away from the way your nipples are firm and stiff where they're pressing against the thin top. Then his brow furrows, and he cocks his head.

“Tawtute…” He murmurs before he can think better of it, laying on his side as he looks down at you. “I.. may I ask you a… question?”

“Mhm. Of course.” You say without opening your eyes, enjoying the gentle heat of the sun warming your skin.

Tsu’tey swallows, wonders very briefly if he should keep his thoughts to himself, but his curiosity burns at him. He knows very little about Sky People, and he’s never truly felt any real impulse to learn more. But you’re laying next to him right now, and he finds himself very intrigued indeed about your body and possible… physical differences between you.

“It—Sky People bodies are different to ours,” He says. He attempts to keep his voice steady and as confident as possible, and possibly overcompensates by simply scowling. “It looks—it looks as though you have more nipples than we do. Why is that?”

Your eyes fly open, wide and startled beneath the clear material of your mask, and you stare up at him for a long moment of bewilderment. “I—excuse me?”

Tsu'tey flounders for a moment, thrown off by your tone, heat rushing to his face. "It looks as though—”

You glance down at yourself as he gestures clumsily at your chest, barely covered in your translucent white human fabric. Your expression clears as realisation hits, and then you bite your lip as though you’re trying not to laugh.

“Oh.” You breathe, placing your hand over your breasts. “No, sweetheart. They’re just—they’re just pierced.”

Tsu’tey stares at you uncomprehendingly. “Pierced?”

You nod, and Tsu’tey blinks. The revelation takes him by surprise, though he’s still not entirely certain what you mean by it. Human women pierce their nipples? To him, your breasts are already the most beautiful thing in the world. Why would you want to poke holes through them? What is the thought process behind that?

"Why?" he finally asks, his tone bewildered. "What is the purpose?"

“It’s not.. it’s not that there’s a purpose..” You trail off.

In the ensuing silence you stare at him, as though begging him to understand what you mean, before apparently realising that he isn’t going to. You bite your lip, then glance around as though checking that you’re still alone with him.

“I guess… well, nudity’s not a big deal for Na’vi, right?” You murmur, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your top. “Is it alright if I take this off?”

Nudity certainly isn’t a big deal to his people, not in the way it is for any of the tawtute. The Na’vi are comfortable in their bodies, and so the strange modesty of the Sky People is completely foreign to him. He has seen female breasts every day of his life, the chest coverings worn by the women of his people designed to decorate rather than conceal, and yet he has never in his life been filled with such an all-consuming desire to see a pair of tits before.

“Yes.” He says immediately, keeping his face as cool and unreadable as possible in an attempt at hiding his sheer desperation. “It is no ‘big deal’.”

You hesitate another moment, looking shy and a little embarrassed as you fidget with the hem of your top.

His focus is fully on you now, all his senses trained firmly on the sight of you. The desire to see what lies beneath that flimsy garment is becoming overwhelming.

Let me see, He thinks to himself. Just let me see, and maybe I'll finally be satisfied.

Finally, finally, you tug your top up and off. Tsu’tey inhales so deeply and sharply he nearly chokes on it. His eyes are drawn to your bare chest, transfixed. Your breasts are soft and squishy, perfectly shaped. And for the first time, he sees the small silver bars nestled into your nipples, which are firmed up after the cold of the water. They glitter in the sunlight, capturing his attention and holding it in a vice.

Oh, no, He thinks desperately, feeling a pang of desire deep in his loins. Far from satisfy him, the sight has only made him hunger for more. He wants to touch, especially the odd metal that glitters at your breasts.

“See?” You ask, as if he could have ever missed the sight before him. “My piercings.”

“Mmm.” Tsu’tey manages to get out. His voice is deeper than he had intended, and a little stiff. “I see them.”

You smile, as though you’re waiting for a reaction, but Tsu’tey is a little struck dumb. He watches the light of the sun shining on your wet skin, the way your breasts gently swell and fall with each exhalation of your breath, the subtle gleam of the silver of your piercings. The longer he goes without reacting, the more your expectant smile begins to fade.

“What are they for?” He manages to swallow thickly as he asks.

The question makes you laugh, which isn’t a reaction he had intended but is certainly a sound that he always cherishes.

“They’re not really for anything,” You murmur, reaching up to touch your own breast. “They’re just meant to look good, I guess.”

 Tsu’tey’s tail lashes restlessly, and he wants so badly to replace your hand with his much larger one; he knows you would look so small beneath his palms. He glances swiftly at your face, and wonders if you would be upset if he touches the little silver bars that decorate your tits.

“This is… this is what is considered attractive to Sky People?” He asks. It comes out in a croak; too much of his energy is being diverted to trying to keep his hands still and to himself.

Your smile begins to fade again, your brow creasing. “Um… sometimes, I guess. You don’t.. uh, you don’t think so?”

That is a loaded question. How is he supposed to answer that when you’re laying on the riverbank beside him with only a thin, wet scrap of fabric covering your most intimate parts? He already feels as though most of the blood in his body had redirected downwards; his cock is pulsing, enough so that he can’t actually think anymore.

All he can do is grunt like a damn talioang. Your face falls further.

“I guess they must seem kinda strange.” You murmur. You must be growing self-conscious, because you start to cover your chest with your arms.

The sight of you trying to cover that perfect view from him sends a bolt of panic through him, and he just stops short of tearing your hands away again.

“You do not have to cover,” He says quickly, before he can think about it. “Like you said, it—nudity means little to us. I do not care.”

“Right.” You say, your voice gone a little bland. “It means nothing to you.”

Tsu’tey knows that your attitude has changed, fallen a little flat. But you’re laying right there, soft and small and squishy, displaying more of your bare flesh than he has ever seen from you, and he can’t pull his thoughts together.

He feels no better than the moronic young warriors that push each other around and whisper nonstop about the women of the clan. He is a skilled warrior, an excellent hunter, and a good provider for the whole clan – he is also experienced with women, so he can’t understand why the sight of you is turning him into a hormonal teenager again.

“Nothing.” He agrees stupidly, still struggling not to be too obvious with his staring.

You purse your lips, but drop your arms all the same. Tsu’tey tries not to goggle.

Oh no, He thinks miserably to himself as he watches the little barbells in your nipples sparkle in the sun. I really am broken.

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Tsu’tey is quite certain that he’s made a fool of himself in front of you.

He’s never been good at expressing himself or his emotions, and his attraction to you scares him as much as it excites him. He alternates between reticence and putting his foot in his mouth, between being unable to meet your gaze and being unable to look away.

He probably looks deranged. He feels deranged.

To make it worse, he knows that his interest in you is obvious to anyone in the clan that watches him interact with you for even a short time. He feels the eyes on him all the time, watching, often looking vaguely sympathetic, which is somehow worse than the horror he had been expecting.

Mercifully no one has said anything to him just yet. At least, no one of any great importance.

“So, you’re telling me that she was laid out next to you, practically naked, just to show off her pierced tits, and you did nothing?” Jakesully demands, his voice like the constant droning buzz of an irritating insect in Tsu’tey’s ear.

Tsu’tey chews sullenly at some roasted teylu, trying and failing to tune his Olo’eyktan out so that he can enjoy his meal.

“Come on, man, seriously.” Jakesully is nudging him now, like an infernal pest. “She took off all her clothes for you, and you didn’t try to—”

“Ma Jake, there are children here.” Neytiri says primly from Jakesully’s other side. She has also been trying her best to ignore her mate, rocking the baby in her lap, but now she sends him a warning glance. The sting of her glare is dulled due to the fact that she’s visibly trying not to laugh.

“Sleeping babies, they got no idea what I’m talking about.” Jake says dismissively, though he adjusts baby Kiri in his arms and leans into his wife’s side all the same.

Tsu’tey shifts where he’s sitting next to him, and allows his gaze to wander across the gathering. He is still waiting to catch sight of you, to see you approaching from across the campfire.

“I’m just saying, man, you’re so obviously into each other that it’s actually painful to watch—”

Tsu’tey grunts irritably. “I am not discussing this.”

“You like her, and she’s all over you!” Jakesully insists. In his arms, Kiri starts to gurgle, and Jake hurriedly raises her up to his shoulder to rub at her little back.

“She is my friend.” Tsu’tey says stubbornly, focusing on his dinner.

Jakesully scoffs. “I’m your friend, but you don’t see me sitting in your lap or holding your hand or getting naked—”

“We are not friends.” Tsu’tey scoffs.

“Ouch,” Jake drawls, rolling his eyes. “Damn, man. I thought we were close.”

 Tsu’tey grumbles, scowling into the distance. The irritating thing is, he thinks that he and Jake are close. Admittedly, they still have their rocky moments; Jakesully has earned Tsu’tey’s respect, but he is also an infuriating man and Tsu’tey has always been easy to rile. But… despite their frequent bickering, Tsu’tey has come to trust his judgements.

Tsu’tey purses his lips and picks at the remaining teylu in his small carved bowl. “You… think that she may return my feelings?”

Jake groans, holding the baby with one hand as he covers his face with the other. “You’re killing me here.”

On Jake’s other side, baby Neteyam starts to fuss in Neytiri’s arms. She sighs, pressing a kiss to her son’s chubby cheek before beginning to rock him gently. She’s been listening with as much patience as she’s capable of, though the whole conversation has been punctuated with her eyerolls and scornful hisses.

“Why do you not talk with her, Tsu’tey?” Neytiri asks in a tone that suggests she thinks both men are idiots. “Explain how you feel to her.”

Tsu’tey just gives her a look of disbelief. It’s like she doesn’t know him at all. When has he ever talked about his feelings before? He prefers to just feel things intensely and then shove it all down very deep until it inevitably bursts right out of him.

It’s been a long time since he’s felt like this; not since he was a teenager fumbling his way through his feelings with Sylwanin. It’s especially embarrassing to know that it’s a sky demon that’s eliciting this reaction from him, and that his closest friends are witnesses to his humiliation.

“I am going to sit with the other tsamsiyu,” Tsu’tey sniffs, pushing himself up from the log. “Perhaps they will have some more intelligent conversation.”

Neytiri scoffs, sounding more scornful than offended. “I doubt it.”

“Besides,” Jake adds, grinning at him over Kiri’s little downy-haired head. “Here comes your little bestie.”

Tsu’tey nearly breaks his neck with how quickly he turns his head, and surely enough there you are. You’re stepping across the gathering, smiling politely at one of the old women who says something to you as you pass by her.

He hastily sinks back down beside Jake, ignoring his pointed snickers.

The closer you get, the more details Tsu’tey can see. You’re all neat and clean, still wearing those tiny shorts. But you’re wearing a different top now, this one green like the verdant leaves of the trees that tower overhead, and now he can see that you’re wearing your odd little breast covering under your top. It pushes your soft breasts up and together in a way that’s very enticing, although he is admittedly a little disappointed by the way your strange little decorated nipples are hidden beneath the padding.

“Hey, big guy.” You call out, your voice as cheerful and bright as always.

Tsu’tey’s ears twitch towards you eagerly, his nerves lighting up at the sound of your voice.

“Tawtute—” He begins to greet, but immediately chokes as you reach them and promptly climb right into his lap.

Oh fuck. His every muscle tightens, and all of his thoughts are frozen at the feel of your soft body moulding to his – you’re so small and so squishy, your soft body yielding so easily to the hard muscle of his chest.

He goes to grab at your hips as you nestle yourself into the cradle of his thighs, before panicking and grabbing at his own legs instead. He grips at his thighs harshly, his nails digging into his own skin hard enough to almost draw blood.

“Hello.” He manages to get out, sounding thick and a little stupid.

“Hi.” You reply, smiling up at him as though you think his inability to speak is adorable.

“Jesus Christ.” Jake mutters from off to the side.

Tsu’tey bares his teeth at him from over your head, but Jake is too busy sharing suggestive looks with Neytiri to even notice.

You shift, and he nearly swallows his tongue when your soft bottom settles neatly over his crotch. He panics as he feels blood rush south, and he hurriedly grabs at your hips to shift you from his crotch to his thigh, hoping that you hadn't felt his body respond in arousal.

“I—I have something for you,” He blurts, grabbing for the small carved wooden bowl he had set carefully by his side; he’s just been waiting for you to arrive. “I collected kllpxiwll berries for you earlier.”

Your eyes widen beneath your breathing mask, a pretty smile brightening up your face. “Oh, these are my favourite.”

“Yes, I know.” Tsu’tey says. His hands are still resting on your hips, enjoying how delicate you feel perched in his lap, but he feels a thin thread of panic underlying his delight. You’re so fragile, and he’s so terrified that his big rough hands will hurt you accidentally.

As you settle your bottom back onto his leg again with the bowl in your hands, he does what he does best and shoves his feelings deep, deep down. He will not allow himself to be driven mad by his desire for a human, however soft and warm and pretty you may be.

“Wow,” Jake drawls from his side. “That was really kind of you, Tsu’tey.”

"It is nothing." he replies, his voice coming out rough. "You are my friend."

It makes him want to bite his own tongue off to have you like this against him, but he forces a relaxed grin anyway. He can feel that it comes out strained, because inside he feels like he’s losing his mind. Your closeness is intoxicating, and he cannot stop himself from brushing his free hand against your thigh.

But you’ve tensed in his lap, the little bowl held tight in your lap. Under your mask, you’ve started to frown.

“Your friend.” You repeat blandly.

Jake winces at his side, and Tsu’tey suspects that he’s already put his foot in his mouth. But your soft, plump ass is seated so damn close to his cock beneath his tewng that he just can’t think straight.

“Yes.” He says dumbly. “We are friends.”

You purse your lips and look back down at the bowl of kllpxiwll berries, picking at them distractedly. “Right.”

Tsu’tey’s tail curls, uncomfortable with your sudden silence. Are you angry with him? His eyes drop down to the fruit he had gathered for you, his stomach sinking. Is it not to your liking?

“Do you not like the kllpxiwll?” He asks, leaning over your shoulder to try and get a glimpse of your face.

He can vaguely hear Neytiri make a sound of pure derision off to the side, but he’s trying his hardest to block both Jake and Neytiri out.

“It’s nice.” You say, though you don’t sound very enthused.

Tsu’tey frowns, but then you move to get comfortable and your ass nestles itself right over the ridge of his hardened cock and he swears that his vision tunnels and turns entirely dark for a second. He panics, then grabs at your hips out of pure reflex and bodily lifts you off of him.

You yelp, obviously startled, your arms windmilling as Tsu’tey thrusts you at Jake before leaping to his feet. He can see the way Jake is staring at him as though he doesn’t know whether he should laugh or not, and the way that Neytiri looks faintly disbelieving, and the way that you look all ruffled and startled as you look up at him as though waiting for an explanation for why you’ve just been so unceremoniously booted off his lap.

“Sorry, I—” Tsu’tey begins, his throat tight and much too dry as he tries desperately to come up with an excuse that has nothing to do with his dick. “You were too heavy.”

Jake’s face screws up in yet another wince before he buries his face in baby Kiri’s shoulder as though he can’t bear to watch Tsu’tey humiliate himself.

You’re still staring up at him from where he had inadvertently dumped you on the ground, your face the picture of confusion and hurt. “I’m too—what?”

Tsu’tey dithers for a moment, feeling terribly exposed. Why had he stood up? It’s only a matter of time before both you and Jake notice that he’s had a very physical reaction to you sitting perched in his lap. Neytiri has already noticed, though she’s been kind enough to direct her gaze pointedly skywards.

“I will fetch you water.” He blurts, before turning on his heel and positively fleeing.

It’s a coward’s move, leaving you confused on the ground like that, but he feels as though if he doesn’t get away from your smooth skin and pretty smile he’s going to drown.

You’re just a human, he tells himself over and over. You’re not supposed to be that attractive. You’re not supposed to do that to me. That was just me being weak.

Tsu’tey only pauses when he’s on the very edge of the gathering, taking a moment to breathe.

You’ve always been such an affectionate little thing, but his nerves can’t take so much physical contact from you. You have no idea how much restraint he is attempting to exert, how difficult it is not to press his face into your throat and leave his scent behind all over you, or to keep his hands to himself instead of allowing them to wander all over your plush skin.

But he doesn’t want to make a move on you; harbouring these desires for a Sky Person is bad enough, but the possibility of being rejected is even worse. Both because of the humiliation of rejection, and because Tsu’tey doesn’t know what he’ll do if you decide it’s too awkward to be around him anymore. He doesn’t actually know what you want from him. You had laid out almost naked next to him, but you hadn’t made any advances either. He isn’t even sure if you like him or if the Great Mother just has a cruel sense of humour.

Tsu’tey is a little clumsy when he grabs at a waterskin, glancing across the gathering. Even from this distance, he can see the unhappy frown on your face as you speak with Jake, who is visibly trying to appease you. Neytiri has taken both of the babies in her arms, tucking Neteyam into the woven net carrier on her chest so that she can hold Kiri in the crook of her elbow as Jake speaks to you.

Tsu’tey winces a little and glances away again, reluctant to watch the aftermath of his outburst unfold.

A few of the warriors nearby are drinking fermented pasuk liquor, and Tsu’tey wordlessly takes a skin and takes a long gulp of it. His silent drinking earns him a couple of odd looks, but none of them seem willing to comment on it and he’s too busy drinking and trying to ignore the ache in his crotch to explain himself.

“Are you well, Tsu’tey?” One of them finally asks, a little hesitantly.

“Fine.” Tsu’tey says brusquely. His manner does not invite any further questions, and his peers fall obligingly silent. “I am taking this.”

He clutches the skin as he prepares to return to his place at the cookfire beside you, though he pauses to take another drink before he goes anywhere. From this distance, you look a little calmer; you’re listening closely to whatever Jake is saying, nodding with a little frown of concentration.

“Tsu’tey?”

He nearly jumps out of his damn skin. He had been so distracted that he hadn’t noticed the soft-footed approach of Saeyla, who has come up on his other side.

“Saeyla.” He greets, his ears pinning back in apprehension.

Saeyla smiles, but doesn’t blink. The effect is unnerving, and gives the impression of a predator watching him. He takes another deep drink from the skin, hoping that perhaps it will help him come up with some way to salvage his pride.

“You look stressed, karyu.” She notes, taking a careful step closer.

Tsu’tey tenses, his brow drawing into his usual scowl. “I am not your karyu anymore. You have passed your iknimaya.”

Saeyla just nods, still smiling a little. The air between them feels uncomfortable, but Tsu’tey wonders if he’s the only one that notices. He still feels rather awkward about how he had rejected Saeyla so harshly that night she had approached him beneath the Tree of Souls. He does not regret rejecting her, but he does feel as though he could have perhaps done so a little more gently than he had.

But while Saeyla has been avoiding him in the months since, it seems that now she is starting to get over some of the hurt he had inadvertently caused. It is a relief to see that she has decided to take a mature approach.

“I was wondering if you could help me,” She says, tilting her head. “One of the beams in my kelku collapsed, and it is too heavy for me to lift by myself.”

From the other side of the gathering, Tsu’tey can see you get to your feet and a bolt of panic shoots through him. Why are you standing? Where are you going? Are you leaving?

“Uh, yes,” Tsu’tey says distractedly, beginning to step away from Saeyla and back towards where he had left you. “I can help.”

“Later? After the gathering?” Saeyla asks, beginning to follow him.

“Yes, yes, later.” Tsu’tey agrees, waving her off before hurriedly leaving her behind.

Walking through the dinner gathering is like attempting an obstacle course, and Tsu’tey is distracted as he tries to avoid stepping on the tails of the gathered clan. Luckily, many seem to sense his urgency, and they sweep their tails close to their bodies as they watch Tsu’tey hurry back over to where he’d left you with Jake and Neytiri.

“Tawtute,” He says when he reaches you again, his ears pinning back. “Your water.”

You look a little surprised at his abrupt return, though you bite your lip and take the waterskin he’s offering all the same. “Oh.. thank you.”

As you pull your mask up and raise the waterskin to your mouth to take a sip, Tsu’tey spares a glance at Jake and Neytiri. Their expressions are about what he had expected; Jake still looks as though he’s trying not to laugh, while Neytiri looks distinctly pitying. Tsu’tey winces, and quickly looks away again.

You’ve only just taken a sip of the water he’s brought you when you choke on it, coughing and spluttering. “Oh— what the fuck—” You gasp, hurriedly fixing your mask back over your face as you heave for breath.

Tsu’tey’s stomach sinks, glancing at the skin that he had handed to you and then at the second one still in his hand.

“Uh—wrong one.” He grunts, snatching the skin of pasuk liquor back out of your hand before handing you the other one that’s filled with water. “… Sorry.”

You’re staring at him with some disbelief now, your eyes watering a little from the strength of the alcohol beneath your exo-mask. “Have you been drinking?”

“No.” Tsu’tey scowls, then amends, “A little.”

You goggle at him with a look of faint astonishment, before you turn to look at Jake. Tsu’tey shifts, feeling rather unfairly jealous, and scowls when he sees you and Jake share a significant look.

“Right.” You say. You sound a little stiff, but you manage to conjure up a sweet smile all the same. “Well. I’m, uh, I’m going to head back to the outpost.”

“Oh.” Tsu’tey says. He hides his disappointment the best that he can, keeping his face still as his tail curls down by ankles.

“But, maybe you could walk me home?” You continue, your eyelashes batting at him.

For the first time, Tsu’tey realises that you look a little different. Your eyelashes are darker and longer, your skin tone smoothed out and even, your cheekbones a little shiny. Your lips look plumper and glossier too, a little redder than their natural tone.

He blinks at you, distracted and a little flustered by your appearance.

“Yes.” He says moronically, hastily passing off the skin full of liquor to Jake, who looks at it in bewilderment.

That makes you brighten, and you reach for his hand hesitantly as though you think he may pull away from you. Tsu’tey watches the way your small fingers intertwine with his much thicker ones, and feels his pupils expand as his tail coils in excitement.

He’s aware of the glances and whispers he’s getting from the rest of the gathered clan, and the irritating eyebrow wiggles he’s getting from Jake, the wolfish yet encouraging grins he’s getting from the warriors that he had taken the alcohol from, but he’s not focusing on any of it. All of his attention is directed towards you as you lead the way towards the forest.

“You look… nice tonight.” He murmurs, low enough that it’s just you that can hear. It comes out awkward, but he means it genuinely.

You glance up at him, and your face relaxes into a smile. You look so damn sweet, clinging to his hand and beaming at him. His heart is thudding hard enough against his chest that he swears it should be visible from the outside, and his own mouth twitches into a hesitant smile in return.

“Yeah?” You ask, your little white teeth gleaming in the remnants of the firelight as you lead the way towards the forest. “I put on a little makeup to come see you.”

Tsu’tey has no idea what that means, but he likes the idea of you doing something specially for him. He feels rather smug as he follows along after you, taking small steps to try to match your pace.

The two of you have only just reached the treeline when Tsu’tey hears a call of his name, and he pauses and glances over his shoulder to see that it’s Saeyla. She’s jogging after him, her ears pricked high in interest.

“Tsu’tey,” She says with a coy smile. “You are still coming to my kelku later?”

You pause at his side, turning to watch her approach. Tsu’tey feels flustered, though he can’t put his finger on why. Your gaze is intense when it comes to rest on the side of his face, waiting for his response.

“Yes, later.” Tsu’tey agrees, eager to be rid of her.

Saeyla smiles, satisfied, her eyes drifting once to you at his side before she turns and saunters away.

Pleased to be alone with you once more, Tsu’tey turns back to you. He can hardly contain his feelings; his ears keep twitching, his tail is coiling and flicking in anticipation, and he can’t tear his eyes away from you. It’s so far from his usual demeanour that it’s embarrassing, but you don’t seem to notice; you’ve never been very good at picking up on Na’vi body language.

You let go of his hand and start walking again faster than Tsu’tey had been expecting, and he jolts into action to try and catch up with you. Your lips are pursed, all glossy and very appealing, and Tsu’tey almost walks into a low-hanging tree bough as he’s staring at you.

His desire for you is simmering at a low boil in his belly, impossible to ignore. It makes him ungainly, clumsy with his limbs and his words, makes him uncharacteristically stupid.

How is he supposed to pursue this? The ways of Sky People confuse him, though he has tried his best to understand you and your ways of thinking. He doesn’t know the customs of human mating, and he doesn’t want to accidentally harm or offend you. Perhaps he would be better off waiting for you to make an advance, but to even think of you making such a move makes him feel so... vulnerable. It's terrifying.

It takes a few moments to realise that he’s been so lost in his own thoughts that he hasn’t noticed the silence that’s settled between the two of you. He clears his throat and increases his pace so that he’s fallen in stride with you.

“You are quiet, tawtute.” He says carefully, questioningly.

He’s not expecting you to scoff, nor shoot him such a bland, unimpressed stare.

“Are you being serious?” You demand.

Tsu’tey blinks. He’s surprised by your sudden change in mood, and wonders if he should be treading carefully now. These sudden attitude changes are bewildering; is this a human thing?

“Yes,” He says slowly. “I am being serious.”

“Unbelievable.” You mutter, promptly speeding up once more.

You don’t get very far – your legs are comically shorter than his, and it takes very little effort to keep up with you.

The outpost is not far from the village, and even with your short legs the two of you arrive at it in no time. To Tsu’tey’s confusion, you march up to the entrance with hardly a second glance at him.

“Tawtute—?” He begins, stepping after you as you ascend the little steps up to the door.

You whirl, startling him into taking a little step back.

“You’re going to Saeyla’s after this?” You demand.

Tsu’tey stares at you, wondering if you’ve gone mad. Why are you asking him this when you had been present for the conversation?

“Yes.” He says slowly. “She asked me to.”

You purse your lips again. “Saeyla, your old student?”

“Yes.” Tsu’tey repeats, beginning to frown.

“Saeyla, who asked you to mate?”

“There is only one Saeyla in the clan.” Tsu’tey points out, a little confused.

Your nostrils flare, and he realises a moment too late that you do not like that answer at all. He flounders for a moment, trying to find a way to salvage the conversation, but he doesn’t fully understand what you’re irritated about.

“She asked for help,” He says, keeping his voice low. “She wishes for help with her kelku.”

“No doubt.” You say archly, your eyes narrowing. “I guess she’s a friend of yours as well.”

Tsu’tey would not have gone so far as to call Saeyla a friend, but he supposes that she had made an extra effort to approach him to mend some of the awkwardness between them. Tsu’tey had always interpreted their relationship as a mentor-student one, so her abrupt confession the night before the clan had gone to war with the Sky People had taken him entirely by surprise.

“In a way.” He says, unsure how to express all of that.

Your funny little alien face seems to tremble for a moment, settling into an odd expression. Not for the first time, Tsu’tey wishes you had proper ears and a tail so that it would be easier for him to tell what you’re thinking.

“Right.” You say, your voice a little dull. “Well, that’s great.”

But then you turn around and march up to the door of the outpost, and it hisses open to let you in. Tsu’tey perks up, frowning. Are you leaving now? You’ve never left without giving him some kind of little hug or squeeze to his hand, or a promise to see him tomorrow.

“Tawtute—” He begins, but you don’t turn around.

“Goodnight, Tsu’tey.”

“I will see you tomorr—” He begins, but the door slides shut with a firm hiss before he can finish.

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It takes most of the day before Tsu’tey realises that something is wrong.

Hardly a day has gone by in the last few months that you haven’t shown up at the village to watch him train and cook, or to entice him out swimming or walking or gathering. While it was once met with annoyance on Tsu’tey’s part, he has come to enjoy your company. He looks forward to your arrival now, his whole body primed and eager as he waits for you to come to the village.

But the following day, you’re nowhere to be seen.

You don’t arrive for the morning meal, and you never come to watch him train. He waits around in the afternoon, trying to look busy as he waits for you to come to the village. When you don’t show up, uneasiness begins to creep in.

He waits for dinnertime, but you don’t come to eat with him either.

He eats in silence, frowning broodily into the fire and casting frequent glances towards the forest as he waits to catch a glimpse of you. He has to deal with sympathetic and questioning glances from Jake and Neytiri all evening, which makes his skin itch. They don’t ask questions, which arguably makes it worse.

Tsu’tey doesn’t even make it to the end of the meal before he stands, making the decision to seek you out instead of waiting around.

“Good luck, man.” Jake mutters rather ominously.

Tsu’tey doesn’t bother with a reply, abandoning his half-eaten food as he marches into the forest. He’s irritated to find that he’s worried. You had been in poor humour the night before, and he’s a little bit anxious about why.

It doesn’t seem like a coincidence that your mood and attitude had changed so drastically after the two of you had crossed the human boundary of nudity. Had he gone too far? Had you been uncomfortable? Perhaps you had realised that he was looking at you in a way that decidedly surpassed friendship, and you didn’t like it.

The outpost is a shoddy eyesore of human architecture, and it makes Tsu’tey’s nose wrinkle everytime he sees it. Despite all the time he’s spent with you, he rarely visits the outpost itself, but needs must.

It takes a frustratingly long moment for him to work out the mechanism of the door, and then he has to stand there with his tail whipping around impatiently as the door compresses shut and the atmosphere is forcibly converted to air that’s breathable for humans. When the second door opens up to allow him into the outpost itself, he muscles his way in and takes one of the stupid little masks to loop around his neck so that he can take infrequent sips of air.

The outpost is cluttered with demon technology and strange furniture, and Tsu’tey picks his way around the metal floor with his nose wrinkled. He dislikes the way it feels against his bare feet.

The first person that sees him is Norm, who’s sitting at one of the messy desks with his head in his hands. It’s rare to see him in his human form, his odd dreamwalker body tucked away for the night, but Tsu’tey grunts a greeting out nonetheless.

Norm doesn’t react the way he had expected. He jerks to his feet, eyes widening at the sight of him, and he blurts, “Oh, thank god. You’re here to apologise, right?”

That gives Tsu’tey pause, and he stares at Norm in some bewilderment. “Apologise?”

Norm doesn’t appear to hear him, too busy glancing over his shoulder towards the back of the outpost as he scurries a little closer.

“Man, she’s been upset all day.” Norm keeps his voice low, as though he’s worried you’ll hear. “Just—go in there and talk to her.”

Tsu’tey frowns, but he’s already drifting towards the back of the outpost. The shoddy building is split into several sections; one for working, one for recreation, one for sleeping. There’s probably more, but Tsu’tey has never bothered looking too closely at it. All he knows is that Norm has gestured to the back of the building, towards the sleeping area.

“She is resting?” He asks, keeping his voice low to match Norm’s.

Norm scoffs. “Uh, no, I wish. She got some of that fruit wine you guys drink at celebrations. She’s a little bit… uh…”

Ah. You have been drinking. Tsu’tey feels curiosity bubble up in his chest; he’s never seen you drunk before. In this moment, he wants to see nothing more.

“I will speak with her.” He murmurs, before leaving Norm behind in favour of ducking into the back section of the outpost.

The building is rickety and mostly partitioned with fabric curtains rather than the doors that the Sky People tend to favour. As such, Tsu’tey can hear the way Norm is shooing whatever other demons are left over out of the building, presumably to give him some privacy with you.

He finds you laid out in a bed near the back, floppy-limbed and sloe-eyed as you speak with another sky demon. You’re talking with your hands, clearly feeling very passionate about whatever the subject you’re discussing is.

Tsu’tey lets his eyes wander over you, enjoying the brief moment he has before you realise he’s there. You’re wearing thin white fabric shorts covered in some sort of blue pattern, and a small little top that only reaches your midriff. You look so comfy, so warm and soft in your cosy little bed as you drink Omaticayan fruit wine and complain to your friend. Tsu’tey feels a buzzing start up in his belly and the tips of his fingers; he wants to touch you so badly it hurts.

The other sky demon spots him first, her eyes widening at the sight of him as she leaps off the bed. It takes a beat longer for you to spot him, but then you’re scrambling to your feet as well.

“Tsu’tey—” You start, almost spilling the fruit wine in your hand all over your bed. “What are you—”

“You did not come to the village today.” He says before you can finish, stepping closer to your bed.

The ceilings in the outpost are high to accommodate the bodies of the dreamwalkers, so he towers over you as kneel up on your bed, frowning up at him. He feels his cock twitch; he knows he’s bigger than you, obviously, but the size difference between you feels so stark now that he’s looking at you all curled up in your bed, rumpled and a little disheveled from the wine.

“I’ll—I’ll see you later!” Your friend blurts, before turning and rushing out.

Satisfied now that he is alone with you, Tsu’tey allows himself to sink to his knees by your bedside. Even on his knees, he is slightly taller than you in your bed.

You look a little flustered, clutching your cup of wine to your chest as you blink at him with wide eyes. It draws his eyes to your breasts, and with a little thrill of delight he sees that the fabric is sheer enough for him to get a good look at the outline of your nipples all firmed up beneath your clothes.

He so rarely sees you without the mask, and he can’t help but notice how sweet your little face looks without the clear barrier. Your eyes are all glossy and a little hazy from the wine, and you’re looking up at him as though you can’t quite believe he’s there.

“Are you alright?” He asks quietly. The moment feels so delicate, as though he might inadvertently shatter it with a raised voice, so he keeps his voice low and even as he reaches out to stroke over your squishy cheek with a single finger.

To his surprise, you jerk away from him, once again almost sloshing the wine all over yourself. You roll off the bed, holding your cup high, until you’re on your feet in front of him.

“Yes!” You say, and your voice comes out high-pitched and a bit shaky. “Fine, I’m fine. Why are you here?”

For a moment, Tsu’tey just stares at you. You’ve never pulled away from his touches. It’s always been him that’s been jittery around you, nervous in case he hurts you or pushes too far. But now you’re wobbling away from him and avoiding his gaze, and that makes something that feels a lot like panic settle into his bones.

“You are upset.” Tsu’tey notes, shuffling a little closer to you on his knees as you retreat.

“No, no, everything is fine,” You’re insisting, visibly unsteady on your feet as you totter around. “I don’t know why you’re here.”

It shouldn’t be cute, but Tsu’tey is coming to admit to himself that he finds everything about you unnervingly endearing. He watches as you struggle to straighten out your rumpled little clothes, admiring the way the thin fabric clings to you. You look embarrassed and a little self-conscious, as though he’s caught you out.

“I was waiting for you,” He murmurs, reaching for you again. He keeps his hands slow, as though approaching a wounded nantang. You’re such a jittery little thing, but you don’t pull away this time, allowing him to place a hand carefully on your hip. “You did not come to see me today.”

“I figured you’d be busy.” You say, your tone snippy and a bit bratty. “Thought you’d go and hang out with Saeyla today.”

Tsu’tey stares at you. What does Saeyla have to do with this? Is this why you are so upset?

“Syulang,” He murmurs, foregoing his usual nickname for you for a much softer one. “You always have much to say. Please talk to me. I am not understanding why you are angry with me.”

For a moment, he thinks that you aren’t going to speak to him at all. But then you grip your little cup of wine and raise it to your lips, drinking one deep gulp before looking at him in the eye with fiery determination.

“I’m embarrassed,” You snap. “I’ve been basically throwing myself at you for months now, so excuse me if my ego is a little bit bruised. The least you could have done would be to let me down gently instead of letting me embarrass myself in front of everyone—”

Tsu’tey goggles at you, hardly able to believe what you’re saying. “Tawtute—”

“No,” You interrupt sharply, pointing your finger towards him. “Don’t. You said I could talk now.”

Tsu'tey falls obediently silent. His tail curls around his thigh; he’s a little surprised by the way he physically reacts to your sharp tone. He’s never heard you sound so firm before.

“I’ve been—I’ve been wearing all that silly makeup, and wearing all those skimpy tight clothes because I thought you’d look at me more!” You continue, your voice trembling a little. “I’ve been following you around like a pathetic puppy, and sitting in your lap at dinnertime, and holding your hand, and—and—”

You’ve been hoping for him to look at you more? Couldn’t you tell that all he ever did was look at you?

“And then you just tell me that I’m not attractive, and you toss me out of your lap, and tell me that we’re just friends, and you tell me right to my face that you’re going off to sleep with your ex-girlfriend—”

Tsu’tey sputters so hard at that that he nearly spits, horrified.

“I never—” He starts, his eyes wide as his tail curls under his legs, his ears pinning back.

“You did!” You burst out, teary-eyed. “When I was practically naked in front of you, I waited for you to say something, to give any sort of indication that you might like what you were seeing, but you just glared at me and said nothing at all!”

Ah. Tsu’tey has never hated his resting scowl as much as he does in this moment.

“And then yesterday! You said we’re just friends, then you threw me off your lap, and then you said you were going to Saeyla’s kelku right after walking me home—” You continue, beginning to really work yourself up.

“No!” Tsu’tey blurts, reaching out and grabbing at your hand. His blue palm engulfs your much smaller one, and he holds it as delicately as he can. “No, you have misunderstood, syulang.”

“God, I don’t even know why I like you,” You sniffle. “You’re so rude.”

“But you do,” Tsu’tey murmurs, his eyes still wide at the sheer novelty of it. “You like me. You cannot take it back now.”

“Oh, you’re such a dick,” You hiss, yanking your hand out of his. “Did you come here just to rub this in my face—”

“I threw you out of my lap because you were sitting on my cock and I didn’t want you to notice how hard you made me.” The words escape Tsu’tey’s mouth before he can think about it, but you finally fall silent.

 You look a little stunned, actually, and Tsu’tey figures that he’d better start talking quickly before you come back to yourself and remember that you’re angry with him.

He pulls your cup out of your hand and raises it to his mouth, draining the wine in it himself in an effort to cultivate some liquid bravery. The taste bursts sharp and syrupy across his tongue. Of course, he thinks as he licks a dark drop from his lip, you would favour the cloying sweet wine. It suits you.

“Syulang, pretty girl, I do not like when you are upset.” He murmurs, shuffling closer on his knees. You don’t pull away, watching him come and allowing him to rest his hands on your hips. “Please listen.”

You’re still gaping at him, clearly a little thrown off by him stealing your wine from you. He takes advantage of your momentary silence by launching into his explanation. He hardly knows where to begin, but he decides to start with the most heinous accusation.

“I have never been intimate with Saeyla,” He murmurs, his thumbs stroking over your hips. “Never, tawtute. I have not been intimate with anyone in a very long time.”

Your throat bobs a little nervously, but you don’t interrupt.

“I have been taken with you for many, many months now,” He admits, and his ears flatten a little in embarrassment. He is not used to discussing his feelings, and it feels unnervingly vulnerable. “I know that I am grumpy, and rude, and I do not always express myself well. I have never been good at talking, and I can be too arrogant for my own good—”

You breathe out a shaky laugh and sway a step closer, as though you’re hardly aware what you’re doing. Tsu’tey’s grip tightens carefully on your hips, his breath catching in his chest as he urges you closer yet again.

“I have been so full of desire that it has been difficult to think,” He confesses in a low whisper. “It has been humiliating. I had thought— I did not want to scare you—”

He never gets a chance to finish his explanation. He’s partway through his sentence when you launch yourself into his arms, and he cuts himself off in favour of wrapping his arms around you to stop you from bowling the two of you over.

You start kissing his face all over, peppering eager little butterfly kisses all over the tanhì across his forehead and cheeks and all over his flat nose. He can’t help the delighted rumble that’s ripped out of his chest at the display of affection, and he tries to follow your lips with his face when you start to pull away.

“You’re so stupid,” You whisper, and Tsu’tey is so pleased that you’re smiling again that he doesn’t even feel offended about that. “I’ve been jumping in your lap and holding your hand every chance I’ve gotten. I took my clothes off and sunbathed practically naked with you, and showed you my tits—”

“I thought we were being friends.” He says thickly, leaning forward again in the hopes that you’ll give him another kiss. Even on his knees in front of you as you stand, he is so much larger and bulkier than you; it makes him want to tuck you away and keep you safe forever.

You groan, tilting your head back as though you’re in pain. “Tsu’tey. You’re killing me here.”

He can’t resist the temptation of your head tilted back with your throat bared, and leans forward to press his face into the crook of your neck. He rubs his cheek against your pulse point, feeling satisfaction bloom in his stomach as his scent is spread all over the vulnerable skin of your throat.

“I am sorry, syulang,” He murmurs, his lips brushing over your pulse. He feels you shudder against him, and clutches you tighter. “I thought it was obvious how I felt. The whole clan knows. Do you not see how they watch us?”

The laugh that leaves your mouth is a little thready, and your hands come to rest on Tsu’tey’s shoulders for balance as he nuzzles into your shoulder.

“I thought they were looking at me,” You whispered. “Because I was so obvious about how I liked you.”

Tsu’tey shakes his head, trying to hide the silly grin on his face into your soft shoulder. You like him. All of those months of ridiculous pining and yearning and humiliating stifled desire, only to find out that you desired him too.

“So…” You whisper, and he can hear the smile in your voice. “So, you did like my piercings, then?”

Tsu’tey groans, his fingers spreading wide over your back as he pulls you closer. You’re so much smaller than him that his hand spans almost the whole width of your back, and his heartrate picks up as he feels your soft body press into him.

“Yes,” He murmurs, his ears pinning back in muted shame at the admission. “I liked them.”

The smile that breaks over your face at that is almost blinding, and he’s surprised by your enthusiasm when you grab at his jaw and haul his face closer so that you can capture his lips with your own.

The fact that he’s kissing you nearly stalls his brain, but then he feels the softness of your lips and the wet heat of your tongue, and it feels as though his nerves are set alight. He grunts, using the hand on your back to hold you close against him as he kisses you back eagerly.

He’s trying to be as cautious as possible, worried about hurting you, but you don’t seem to share his concern. In fact, your fervor surprises him. You push at his shoulders, and though you’re not strong enough to shift him he follows your unspoken order anyway, until you’ve guided him all the way back to your bed.

He gasps, his vision going a little blurry as you begin trailing kisses along his jaw. He grabs at the mask to take a few clumsy breaths of air, his body hot and tense as you kiss him.

“Bed,” You breathe, pushing at his shoulders. “Get on the bed.”

“Tawtute,” He says, swallowing thickly. “Should we— do you wish to take this slow?”

You pause then, pulling back a little so that you can level him with a look. He’s always found your strange little face difficult to read, but even he can tell that you look decidedly unimpressed right now.

“You think I want to take this slow?” You repeat, nose crinkling. But then your expression grows a little unsure, and you start to pull away. “Oh. Do you want to take this slow?”

“No.” Tsu’tey says, far too quickly.

The two of you just look at each for a moment, blinking. Then Tsu’tey stands, his knees slightly wobbly after kneeling before you for so long, and sinks down onto your bed. It’s a tight fit, the bulk of his body hunching forward slightly as his knees bunch up, but his slight discomfort is forgotten immediately when you climb up into his lap.

Over the last few months, you have sat in his lap many times. This time is different – this time, you’re straddling his crotch, your lovely thighs bracketing his hips as your soft bottom rests over his cock. You’re still kissing him, your soft lips trailing all over his jawline then up to his mouth again, swallowing the appreciative grunts that pour from his mouth.

When he had imagined this, often late at night with his cock in his hand, he had pictured you soft and eager and sweet – and you are all of those things, but nothing could ever have prepared him for how hungry you are, how impatient and greedy you are as you push him back onto your bed and follow him down. Your bodies are pressed so tight together that there’s hardly an inch of air, yet you seem determined to wriggle even closer.

Tsu’tey moans quietly, leaning back among your threadbare pillows as you do your best to devour him. Your mouth is small, but you happily open it wide as you lick into his mouth, your little tongue tracing over his sharp canines in a way that makes him shiver.

“Can’t believe we had this conversation when I’m in my fucking pajamas,” You murmur into his mouth, pressing your soft fabric-covered tits against his wide chest. “I wanted to be wearing something sexy for this.”

All he can do is close his eyes against the onslaught of your lips and teeth on the exposed skin of his neck. Your small hands smooth over the planes of his chest, hot and possessive as they crawl over the front of his body.

“You are very beautiful, syulang.” Tsu’tey breathes, his hands finding a firm hold on your waist as your weight settles over him.

Then you grind down, and he’s already so aroused but now he can feel the heat of your pussy through those tiny damn shorts of yours and the noise that’s torn from his chest is completely undignified.

He grabs at you. It’s rough and presumptuous and honestly Tsu’tey isn’t even sure it’s a conscious decision, but before he knows it he’s grabbed you by the waist and is pulling you down to grind against his cock.

“Fuck,” You gasp, and Tsu’tey nearly loses it. “Oh god.”

You shuffle back a little, and Tsu’tey nearly audibly whines when he loses that glorious friction over his cock. But it turns out that you’ve only moved so that you have access to his loincloth, which you promptly begin to pull at.

“Mawey, yawntutsyìp.” He croaks out, though he’s already flexing his hips to help you pull his tewng off.

“Been wanting this for ages, you have no idea—”

Tsu’tey swears his head is spinning at the sheer irony of that, because he could have been experiencing this for ages?

His cock is freed from his tewng, slapping against his stomach with an embarrassingly loud smack. When you see how big he is, your eyes widen, and Tsu’tey has a horrible moment of panic where he worries that you’re going to change your mind. He would only be able to accept that choice, but he already knows that it will leave him with the worst case of blue balls he’d ever experienced.

But you don’t let his no doubt intimidating size stop you from reaching out with your small hands to stroke him. A guttural growl is pulled from him, and he tilts his head back against your soft bedding and bites hard at his lip in an effort to control himself as you stroke at him.

“Oh, fuck yes.” You breathe, your expression nothing short of delighted as you stare down at him. He feels vulnerable under your gaze, naked in a way that has nothing to do with the fact that you’ve pulled his tewng off him.

He reaches out, tugs at your top. “I wish to see you, again.”

That makes you smile. The little fabric top you’re wearing is so thin that he can see the outline of your breasts and little nipples already, and as you lean forward to tug at his cock it gapes open at the chest to give him a tantalising glimpse of your bare flesh, but it’s not enough. He wants to see you bare and wanting beneath him. Or on top of him. He’s not fussy.

When you pull your flimsy little fabric covering off, Tsu’tey feels as though he goes momentarily light-headed as his blood rushes south. He’s seen you like this before, that day at the river, but this is different. This time, he’s allowed to touch.

You’re as soft as he’d imagined – softer, even. Tsu’tey’s hands are eager, reaching up to grope and feel, and you tilt your head back and moan softly as he kneads at your delightfully squishy breasts. He just can’t get over how perfect and pliable you are, your supple skin moulding and giving around his hands. He’s never experienced anyone as soft as you; the Na’vi are bigger than the Sky People, and stronger too. His people do not have the same shape, are not soft in the same places as humans. And he’s never thought too much about it, but now he feels like he’s losing himself in your supple flesh.

And then there’s the delicate little barbells in your nipples. Tsu’tey stares, wanting so badly to touch but nervous about going too hard or fast and accidentally hurting you.

“Remember I said they were just to look good?” You breathe, pressing forward a little to encourage his hands to roam over your tits.

“Mm.” Tsu’tey grunts mindlessly. He does recall something of the sort, but he doesn’t think it is fair that you expect him to think when he has your tits in his hands like this, one hand almost spanning your entire chest.

“I lied,” You whisper, your lips curving up in a smile so cheeky that it makes Tsu’tey’s toes curl. “They feel good, too.”

Tsu’tey groans, running his fingers slowly across your skin before finally touching the piercings, his touch smooth and warm.

A low moan of contentment escapes him. "Soft skin. Pretty piercings."

His hands cup your breasts as his thumbs brush over your nipples. You were telling the truth about them; the piercings make you sensitive, and when you shiver under his hands, his gaze darkens.

"I want them in my mouth." He says suddenly, his voice rough and gravelly. His thumbs swipe over them yet again, and he looks up eagerly to you to wait for your permission as you sigh.

You laugh, though it's a breathless and weak sort of a thing. You’re trying to play it cool and casual, but Tsu’tey is holding your soft little breasts in his hands – he can feel your rapid heartbeat against his palm. "Go on, then."

He doesn't waste any time before he's bending his head and pressing harsh, biting kisses all along your chest. Then, getting sick of bending his neck down, he grabs at the flesh of your ass and hauls you up into his arms so that he can mouth at your nipples in earnest.

He licks over your left breast, feeling the little metal barbell against his tongue. It must feel good because you whine, arching your back and pushing your tits into his face even more. Your skin is so soft and sensitive, and it makes his rough tongue and big hands feel clumsy and coarse.

He wraps his lips around your nipple and suckles at it, his tongue playing with the strange little balls at the end of the bars. The metal is cool against his tongue, offering a pleasant contrast to your heated flesh.

“Ungh, shit,” You gasp, your little hands winding into his braids and gripping him there. “Tsu’tey… I wanna suck your cock.”

Tsu’tey freezes, his eyes going wide. Those words rock through him like a physical punch, and he groans as his cock visibly twitches against his stomach. He knows you can feel it, considering you’re still straddling him, and you begin to wiggle your way back as you try to get your face down to his crotch.

But as soon as you get your little hand on his cock, panic shoots through him. It feels good, so good, but he’s sure if you actually put it in your mouth he’ll die. He already knows that if you get your mouth on him everything will be over far too quickly, and he’s not ready to tap out just yet.

He grabs you and rolls, until you’re on your back staring up at him with a surprised little pout.

“I want that, tawtute,” He admits, his voice coming out in a gravelly rumble as he presses a careful kiss to your pouting lips. “But later.”

“But—”

He doesn’t let you finish. He’s too busy kissing your strange, alien little face, then down over your throat. You’re so addictive already. He wants to fuck you and have the whole clan listen, he wants to suck on your tits and have you crying, he wants to play with your clit until it’s puffy and swollen, he wants to play with your cute little hole, he wants to see you bouncing on his cock, on your hands and knees… He feels like he’s been set alight with desire, like the blood in his veins has turned molten.

His fingers hook into your little shorts and pull at them, and you lift your hips to help him tug them off. To his delight, you’re not wearing your tiny little fabric covering under them, and his tail whips in excitement at the sight of you bare beneath him.

“Oh,” He breathes, shuffling himself down your bed. It’s a narrow fit, and cramped, but Tsu’tey doesn’t care; his attention is fixed on you and the way your legs are spreading to accommodate the bulk of his body.

He takes in the sight of you eagerly, bare and glistening wet, and grinding against nothing, and he realises in that moment that his imagination could never have lived up to reality.

“I’m going to take care of you,” He mumbles mindlessly, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your lovely plush inner thigh. “Going to make you feel so good, syulang.”

“Okay.” You sigh, the word coming out a little wobbly.

Tsu’tey’s tail whips from side-to-side as he gazes at your bare cunt, still hardly able to believe that you’re giving him access to you like this, that you like him too. It feels too good to be true, but Tsu’tey is not about to let this opportunity to pass him by.

“So pretty, yawntutsyìp.” He kisses his words flatly against your puffy lips before coaxing them open with his flat nose. His face is covered in you already, glistening across his lips and chin. But it’s not enough, it won’t be enough until he’s drowning in you.

You taste tangy and sweet, a heady mix of sweat and pheromones that pulls him in ever closer, desperate to drink his fill of you.

But even better than how you taste, is how you react.

You’re up on him so fast he barely has time to blink – no sooner has he laid his lips on your pussy, his mouth so big that it almost swallows you whole, than your hips are bucking up into his face. All he can smell and taste is you, and you’re so fucking wet and suddenly you’re rutting up against his face, not even caring if Tsu’tey’s mouth is open or not, as though you’re so desperate for him that all you can do is use him.

It’s the best day of Tsu’tey’s life. He’s going to mark this day and religiously celebrate it every year.

“Tsu’tey –!” You gasp, rutting your hips into his face. A wild, somewhat unhinged part of him hopes you break his nose. He uses his tongue against your clit and lets you rub yourself all over him, making his brain feel so blissfully empty.

He just moans into you, his hands wrapping around your plush hips and gripping at your squishy little bottom for leverage as he pulls you back against his face. He suckles at you so eagerly, tongue laving over your hole, over and over and over, delighting in the way you gasp and moan and grind into his mouth.

His tail coils as his arousal pulses, forgetting himself as his fingers clench into your soft skin. You sigh, and drop your head back against the pillows as you move your hips to push your pussy back against his tongue. When he spears his tongue into you, you whine, but the sound is muffled somehow—

You’ve bitten your pillow, Tsu’tey realises, and groans. He wants so badly to get his hands on himself, to stroke and tug at his cock as he devours you, but he can’t bring himself to let go of you. He feels as though he’ll die if he lets go of your squishy ass, and his fingers knead insistently at it as he dines on your cunt.

He fucks his tongue into you harder, mouth open and jaw aching in the most satisfying way. It’s all worth it when Tsu’tey realises that you’re crying, just softly, your moans and whines wet, your breaths choked.

Tsu’tey’s fingers find their way to rest against your pussy, pushing in gently when he’s satisfied with how well his tongue worked you open. Once the digits are wet, he pushes two in to the first knuckle. He groans at the feeling of how welcoming your pussy is, how responsive you are to his touch. You cry out, your thighs twitching as he stretches you out.

Your whimpering makes him feel bold, his cock weeping against his thigh. He’s harder than he’s ever been in his life, the frustrating ache in his balls is poured right into the quickening pace of his fingers. He wants you to break— to crumble into pieces just so he can put you back together.

“Tsu’tey,” You slur out, your fingers gripping at his braids as you writhe under his attention. “Need to slow down, or I’m gonna—I’m gonna come—”

Your words fall on deaf ears; Tsu’tey is practically hypnotised by your little whimpers and cries as he sucks and licks eagerly at your squishy wet pussy, his fingers twisting and rubbing all along your hot, clutching insides. He feels desperate to experience you come against his tongue, and his movements take on an edge of fervor as he opens his mouth wide to suck your whole cunt into his mouth.

You squeal, hips bucking, and your feet kick out until they’ve landed on his shoulders. Tsu’tey moans, pleased by your reaction, and his mouth seals firmly around you as his tongue laps at your clit.

Your thighs suddenly clench around his head, keeping it in place, and he increases his pace, keeping it rhythmic for you. He buries his nose into your little swollen clit, letting out a hungry little noise as he sucks at you.

And then you’re gasping, the line of your body going taut and stiff as your orgasm rolls through you. Tsu’tey doesn’t relent, sucking and licking at you as you tremble and shake apart. Your release tastes so sweet, like hot syrup on his tongue, and he can’t get enough of you. Your thighs grip his head so hard that the muscles tremble, and he relishes the pressure of your legs squeezing around his skull.

It doesn’t take long before your legs are kicking again, wheezing as you grow oversensitive and push at his head. With great reluctance, Tsu’tey pulls his mouth away with a wet ‘pop’, licking his lips before leaning in to suckle a series of biting kisses around your inner thighs.

He feels a little light-headed, still so hungry. He knows his eyes are heavy-lidded with his own arousal, his whole body throbbing with the need to take you, but he’s trying so damn hard to control himself.

“Oh god… fuck.” You breathe, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.

That certainly strokes Tsu’tey’s male pride, and he looks up at you with a pleased, if slightly dazed, smile. He’s breathing heavily still from having devoted his entire attention to pleasing you and forgetting to breathe, and it takes a moment for him to realise he needs to sip from the stupid mask. He fumbles for a moment, grabbing at it and taking several deep breaths before dropping it again and leaning up to kiss at your cute little lower belly.

“It was good?” He asks. Judging by the look on your face he knows the answer, but he can’t help but want to hear it straight from your mouth.

You laugh, a little disbelievingly, then place a hand onto his chest and push lightly at him until he’s rolling over onto his back. You follow, swinging your leg over his hips and settling down so that your spit-slick pussy is nestled right up against his hard cock.

“So good,” You whisper, and it practically comes out like a purr. “So fucking good.”

Tsu’tey’s tail curls and his ears fold back, his stomach swooping in anticipation at the coy tone of your voice. His cock twitches too, very interested in the way you’re sitting on it. When you rock your hips lightly, allowing your slick pussy to glide along his length, he groans breathily before reaching to grab at your waist, trying to hold you still.

“Wait, syulang.” He says, his voice coming out embarrassingly hoarse. “You are so small, I don’t want to hurt you.”

He’s not expecting you to laugh at that, as though he’s said something that you find adorable. You lean in and kiss him, your lips soft against his hot, swollen ones.

“You’re not the first Na’vi I’ve had,” You whisper against his mouth, giving him yet another sweet kiss. “I know what I’m doing.”

He bristles at the thought of another Na’vi hunching over your little body, rutting into your hot wet softness. His hands tighten around your waist as a bolt of possessive jealousy flashes through him.

“Who?” He demands, his face scrunching up in a scowl.

You just giggle, leaning down to kiss the wide bridge of his nose. Tsu’tey’s ears fold down, a little mollified by how cute you are, though his scowl doesn’t lessen much. Your hand runs over his chest, your fingers stroking over his heated skin.

“Oh, shush.” You say with a fond smile, as though you think he’s joking. “What, did you expect me live like a nun while you were ignoring me all that time? I didn’t even think you liked me.”

Tsu’tey doesn’t know what a nun is, but he’s distracted before he can ask. You lean down slowly, running the tip of your tongue along his throat. You pause to bite him gently right where his vein pulses, and the rush of sensations from your touch nearly sends him spiraling.

“Besides,” You whisper, “I feel like you just sucked my soul out through my pussy, so I really don’t think anyone else is ever going to compare.”

The purr that your words pull out of him at that is embarrassing, but his body reacts before his brain does. Yes, he thinks smugly, I am better. It feels incredibly important to him that you know he is the best option, the man that can please you best.

Tsu’tey feels like he’s melting under you. The heat of your bare slick cunt against the length of his cock is fanning a fire in his blood. He bites at his lip as he feels your lips on his pulse, harder now, kissing softly, tongue flicking against the skin.

Your hand slides lower, and then finally your hand wraps around the base of his cock. He groans, bucks up, but didn’t mean to. Thankfully you just laugh, obviously amused as you’re lifted up by the momentum of his hips.

 “Tsu’tey, baby,” You whisper, and oh, your voice is going to drive him insane. “Does it hurt, being this hard?”

Tsu’tey openly chokes, and you give him one slow stroke. The feeling of your small soft hand against him has his mind blanking entirely for a second. You pause to rub your thumb under his cockhead, against the bundle of nerves there, and Tsu’tey moans as his eyes flutter shut.

“Pretty boy,” You whisper, and Tsu’tey gasps, feeling his lip quiver. He cracks his eyes open, just to see you smiling down at him. “Do you like when I call you pretty?”

Tsu’tey looks away and says nothing – but you just giggle.

“You’re pouting, Tsu’tey.”

“I am not.” He grumbles, though his cheeks are uncomfortably warm.

Your hands move, one stroking around his cock, the other cradling his balls. Tsu’tey arches, pushes into your hand as you twist your fist around his glans. His mouth falls open, a breathy moan escaping, and you visibly shiver. He tries to push himself up on his elbows so that he can watch as you shift atop him, hips rocking forward gently as you stroke at him.

“Syulang,” He manages, licking at his lips as his voice comes out all breathy and desperate. “Please.”

You grin at him, your eyes soft and affectionate as you watch him disintegrate beneath your touch. Then you’re lifting up onto your knees, using his chest as leverage, and Tsu’tey holds his breath as you position yourself over his cock.

“Breathe, baby.” You laugh, taking his mask and holding it up to his face.

He takes several deep breaths, feels the blurred edges of his mind sharpen, and reaches down to grab his cock. He helps you to position it, his cockhead gliding along your slick folds.

He has to pause for a moment, closing his eyes as his ears flatten back against his head. You’re so damn soft, your cunt is so hot and sticky wet, and he already knows that the moment his cock pushes inside of you he’ll be fighting for his life not to come instantly. He just wants to last long enough to please you, to make you feel good.

You let out a soft noise, your hips twitching as you try to hump your pussy back onto his cock. He has to grab your hips to keep you still, grunting.

“You’re teasing.” You whine, clutching at his arms as you try to wiggle your way back onto him.

“Mph.” Tsu’tey grunts, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to contain himself. “Mawey, syulang. Patience.”

But patience doesn’t seem to be your strong suit. Your bright eyes have gone dark, pupils blown, forehead glimmering with sweat – you look beautiful, and Tsu’tey feels like he’s dying.

You lean forward and crash your mouth into his, kissing him hard and messy as you wriggle in his lap, trying to coax his cock inside you. Tsu’tey moans into your mouth, but then you’re pulling back, and your lips press against his nose, his cheeks, his forehead.

Still breathing deeply, Tsu’tey aligns his cock against your pussy, and at the same time as his sweet girl peppers his face with kisses, he begins to push inside. You whine at the pressure of the stretch, your forehead pressed against his as he presses his cock into you slowly, as slowly as he can manage.

“Come on,” You groan, leaning forward and letting your blunt little teeth scrape over the sensitive tip of his ear. “Put it in, put it in, put it in—”

“Calm,” Tsu’tey gasps, clutching at your plush little hips in an effort to keep you from slamming yourself down on him all at once. “Calm, yawntutsyìp, I do not wish to hurt you—”

But his words are lost when you shift over him right as he begins to press into you again, and from one second to the next he slides half-way inside, past the small ring of resistance and into the velvety hot inside of your cunt.

It’s like a gut punch.

He moans like a dying man and holds you as tight as he can in an attempt to ground himself enough not to start thrusting. You gasp, your features scrunching into a pained wince as you’re split wide around the thickness of his cock. He doesn’t need you to vocalise your discomfort, so he rubs your puffy clit to try and make it better for you. His calloused thumb rubs slow circles on it at the same time as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, panting and whimpering. 

Fuck, he needs to move.

Just a bit –

Just to take the edge off –

His hips pull back and then quickly snap forward again. “Fuck.”

It’s so easy it’s sinful. He pushes through the tightest cunt he has ever been in and it feels like home. He groans roughly, his arms wrapping around your waist as he tries to catch his breath. He can’t help but look down, and he almost whimpers at the sight of your cunt stretched wide around his thick length, at the aborted little twitching of your hips as you try admirably hard to take him in deeper. You’re so much tighter than he expected, and it takes everything in him to pull back again.

When he withdraws, your pussy grips him all the way to the tip, making him feel so insane he had to immediately dive back in, gasping. He’s too big to fit inside of you completely, but that’s okay; your tiny pussy grips hard enough at the length that you can take that Tsu’tey feels like he’s about to black out.

“Yes!” You cry out, arching your chest against his so that he can feel the cool sensation of your piercings against his skin, your fingers knotting into his braids as you lift yourself up then down on his cock, meeting his sloppy thrusts.

Tsu’tey feels as though the world is fracturing around him as he pushes himself into your tiny little cunt, feeling your pussy clench around his cock like a fist. It's so tight and sweet, his dick feels as though it's being pulled into paradise.

Being inside you is heavenly; it’s like your sweet little pussy is made for him, molding to him and stretching where it needs to, squeezing him tight to the point of pain. He pistons in and out of you from below, finding his own pace as the bed shakes from the force of his thrusts. You make soft, wet little sounds, a wanton creature in response in response as you undulate atop of him.

Your tits bounce every time he thrusts up into you, and he finds his eyes glued to sight before his self-control cracks and he’s leaning forward to take one of your breasts into his mouth. It takes a bit of contortion, his spine curving as his mouth locks around your tit, his tongue rolling against your little pierced nipple, his ears wiggling eagerly as they pick up your little mewls.

Oh, he’s not going to last long; he already feels like he’s losing his mind.

Soft, desperate little noises are babbling out of your mouth as you fuck yourself down on his cock, clutching at his shoulders for balance. Your jaw is slack and your mouth is open, and Tsu’tey can see flashes of your little pink tongue as you gasp and whimper everytime he rolls his hips up into you. Your movements have taken on an edge of desperation as you ride him, your pussy squeezing him so tight his vision is going blurry.

Then your little body is seizing, weak gasping moans spilling from your lips as your spine goes stiff. Your cunt clenches in sporadic little pulses, and Tsu’tey nearly roars at the intensity of it – your pussy sucks so tight that it almost hurts. It’s a weaker orgasm than your first one, but you still sob your way through it as you clutch at him.

“Oh, syulang, fuck.” Tsu’tey grits out, the human curse word sounding coarse and foreign on his tongue.

He wants to do this forever, to stay buried in you all night, but you’re sucking him in and clinging to him in a vice grip as you push back against him, and he’s about to explode. He’s overwrought, grunting against your sweat-damp skin as he clutches your soft little body close to him, the motion of his hips turning jerky and sloppy as he feels that tingly pressure grow in his stomach.

He lifts you off his cock with a cut-off snarl, grabbing at his cock with a clumsy hand as that pressure bubbles over. He comes with more force than he had been expecting, his come spurting out onto your belly and over your tits, dripping steadily over your smooth skin.

Part of him is a little embarrassed about how quickly he had come, but the larger part of him feels it was impressive that he didn’t spill the instant he got his cock inside of you. But you’re pouting up at him, clutching at his chest as you push back against him.

“No,” You whine, your voice quiet and tired as you try to grind your messy pussy back onto him. “Wanted you to come inside.”

Tsu’tey is already breathless, but the sweet little whimper in your voice nearly knocks him flat yet again. His cock is still throbbing, the last few drops of his release spurting out and glowing lightly against your skin. He takes in the sight of his seed spattered across your pretty little body greedily, committing it to memory. Nothing in his raunchiest wet dreams could have compared to the reality of this moment.

“We will have time for that, yawntutsyìp,” He whispers, his stomach clenching in excitement at the thought. “You will not need another man again.”

You grumble lightly, but he can see the satisfied little smile on your face as you go limp in his arms, burrowing closer to his chest as you collapse down next to him. Having you in his arms feels perfect; his tail curls in satisfaction when he realises how perfectly you fit against his chest, and he purrs smugly as he nudges his nose against your temple.

He rolls, scooping you up and arranging you so that you’re laying sprawled at his side, before curving his body around yours and wrapping an arm around your little body. Your body is still glistening with sweat and the dimly bioluminescent streaks of come that Tsu’tey has left on you – he’s torn between the urge to care for you, to clean you up and make sure that you’re sated and pleased, and to leave you marked and carrying his scent.

He’ll clean you up in a few minutes, he decides, allowing himself to enjoy the sight of you after being thoroughly claimed for a little while longer.

“If you ever say we’re just friends again I’ll kick your ass.” You mumble, pressing your face into his pectoral muscles.

You’re acting as though your bones have been dissolved into jelly, laying all limp and pliable against him even as you squirm closer. Tsu’tey allows himself to just stare at you, admiring all the subtle little bite-marks and bruising that he can’t remember leaving behind, admiring your puffy nipples and your still gooey cunt.

“Mm.” Tsu’tey hums, dipping his head down and laying it carefully on your chest. He’s a little nervous that he’ll be too heavy, but your small hands come up to tangle in his braids and scratch soothingly at his scalp. He allows his eyes to flutter shut, enjoying the plush softness of your breasts under his face.

“I like you very much, syulang.” He says, enjoying the pulse of your heartbeat beneath his head. “I am sorry that I have been slow to understand your interest.”

You laugh a little sleepily, craning your neck so that you can kiss his forehead before laying back again. “You certainly did a good job showing me your interest just now.”

“I will do more,” Tsu’tey promises, hardly even aware of what he’s saying. “I will collect kllpxiwll berries for you everyday, and go swimming as often as you like, and make you pretty jewelry, and keep you satisfied—”

You start to laugh before he even finishes.

“Who would’ve known a big grumpy asshole like you is capable of being so romantic.” You snicker as he nuzzles into your tits.

Your lack of a tail and blunt ears make it hard for him to read you, but he can tell by your tone of voice that you’re teasing him. He just curls around you, not minding at all. He enjoys the thought of proving to you exactly how romantic he can be – he has much to prove, and much to make up for.

“I am not grumpy now.” He mutters, turning his face so that it’s buried neatly in between your tits. He licks lazily over your left breast, savouring the feeling of the little silver barbell nestled in your nipple against his tongue.

You shiver, a soft little overwhelmed gasp escaping your lips as he kisses leisurely at your puffy and oversensitive nipples.

“No,” You murmur, and he can hear the fondness in your voice. “You’re not.”

Tsu’tey purrs, his whole body curving around you as he kisses absent-mindedly at your tits, his thoughts pleasantly hazy and somewhat nebulous.

“Breathe.” You remind him tiredly, your voice a little slurred around the edges with sleep.

Upon your urging, he lifts the stupid mask back up to his face and fits it clumsily over his mouth and nose. He wraps his arm around your waist, holds you tight, and just breathes as the two of you lay together, sated and satisfied.

[meetmyothersouls]

💀 surprise me, but not THAT scary please. thank u 🥴💓

Happy first day of Halloween!

I’ve got you babe 🤗 I’m pulling some inspo from the movie Barbarian, and a few others that have a common theme that I’m intrigued by in what I consider “modern horror themes”

Also so sorry, this was supposed to post last night but I fell asleep before I got the chance to post it!

Wrong House

Warnings: slow burn, spooky, flirting, dark themes, adult themes, not proof read.

You pull up to the airbnb that you reserved for yourself a month ago. It’s dark out and also rainy, so you can’t really see the other houses around you and you silently curse yourself for not checking out the area beforehand. Oh well, it’s late and you want to go to bed and get out of these wet clothes that were already drenched from a few minutes of standing in the rain.

You know how these things work, having rented a few air bnbs in the past, however, you never usually do this alone, you’ve usually got a few of your friends or cousins flanking you, keeping you company and easing your anxieties which is exactly what you wish for as you reach in the box that should have contained the key to your rental.

“Fuck,” you say as you pull out your empty hand.

You walk back to your car, mind blank as you think on what to do. It’s too late to call anyone, so you start your car, having come to the conclusion that getting a motel for the night may be your only option.

But a light flipping on in what should be your air bnb grabs your attention. You should turn around, drive to one of the six motels you saw on the way here, but damn it that air bnb is yours! You booked it a month ago, and payed good money for it, so you get out. You march up to the front porch, the rain soaking you all over again, and pound on the door.

“Hello!?” You say as you as you knock against the wood. You hear footsteps thudding through the house, but they aren’t running away or hiding they’re heading toward you. You hear the fast click of the dead bolt unlocking the door followed by the clinking of what sounds like a chain lock.

“Hello?” A man says as he opens the door. He looks tired, like he’d been sleeping before your arrival.

“Uhm hi,” you smile. This is awkward. “Sorry, but I think you’re in the wrong house.”

He rubs one of his eyes and chuckles, but it’s not one of amusement. “What?”

“I rented this airbnb on Vrbo last month, see,” you say pulling out your phone showing him your verification email.

He furrows his brow, takes your phone from you. A long, skinny finger scrolls as the light from your screen illuminates his rather handsome face.

“Listen, I’m not sure what to tell you. I also rented this air bnb about a month ago on Home Away.” He turns motioning further back into the house. “I can grab my phone, show you the receipt.”

He turns around before you answer, but you stop him. “No it’s okay. I’ll go. I passed a few motels on the way over. I’ll call Vrbo in the morning.”

You sigh as you turn around. You kick the water in a puddle as you trudge back to your car. How the fuck can they make this kind of mistake? You’re already stressing over what you’ll say to them on the phone tomorrow when his voice causes you to turn back around.

“Hey, uh, I’m not sure if you’ll get a motel tonight.”

“Why not?” You raise your voice a little as the rain comes down harder.

“There’s some fuckin’ medical convention in town. Everything’s booked.” You run a hand through your hair, and a few fingers catch on some of the tangles. You turn your face up to the sky, it’s requiring a lot of effort to not scream into the night. “Look, the rains picking up. Why don’t you come in, you can call around to some motels, see if they have any vacancies and at least you’ll be out of the rain.”

“Thanks,” you say unlocking your car. “But I think I’ll just call around while I drive.”

“I don’t really like the idea of you driving around at night. Alone. Lots of creeps out here,” he responds quickly. “Come inside where it’s safe.”

You consider his words, and while half of you thinks joining a stranger inside of an air bnb is a terrible idea, the other half of you wants to change your wet clothes and be done with this night, so you grab your bag and walk inside.

——————

After an hour of phone calls, and no vacancies you give up with an exhausted whine. “You were right,” you sigh. “Not one vacancy.”

He’s holding back an I told you so, you can tell, but instead he says “why don’t you stay here. I mean we both paid for this place, there’s no real reason either of us should leave. Stay the night and we’ll call these idiots in the morning.”

“I don’t know,” you say. “I don’t even know your name. And staying inside of an air bnb with a stranger doesn’t seem like the smartest idea. How do I know you’re not some creep?”

He holds out a hand, “my names Timothee. Not a creep.” He’s got a nice smile.

You smile back and shake his hand. He’s charming, too, but you’re still wary. This situation is weird and you don’t plan on letting your guard down anytime soon. “Timothee Not a Creep. I’m y/n.”

“So now we’re not strangers,” he says, still holding onto your hand. He lets it go and walks over the the kitchen.

“Technically we are still strangers.”

“Well what do you want to know. I’m an open book. Wine?” He holds up a bottle with a ribbon on it as he speaks from the kitchen.

“No thanks, I don’t drink.”

“Okay then water?”

You hesitate, not wanting to take a drink from him. “Sure.”

Timothee sits the water down on the coffee table in front of you. You stare at it, but don’t pick it up to drink it. Not yet, you think as you decide to feel this dude out. You inspect if from a far, not being too obvious. It looks like, well it looks like just water. But then again you’re not an expert on how spiked drinks look. Nothing is floating in it or swirling.

“It’s safe,” he says, seemingly reading your thoughts. “I didn’t put anything in it,” he chuckles and you can’t tell if he’s offended or genuinely amused.

“Oh no, I wasn’t thinking that.”

“You can go get your own, I mean if you want to be sure, it won’t hurt my feelings.”

You decide to take a drink, feeling bad for assuming he’d drug you.

It’s silent. Awkwardly so, as you sit and he smiles at you. You crack one back, feeling stupid.

“You should take the bed,” he says, standing up after a too long period of silence.

“Oh no. No. Truly I’d rather sleep on the couch.”

“Why?” He asks, and it catches you off guard.

Because you took his Airbnb, because the couch is closer to the door for an easy escape if needed, because he’s kind of creepy and intriguing all at the same time. “I have a thing about sleeping on dirty sheets.”

Timothee disappears into the bedroom, returning moments later with arms full of bedding. You hear the washer open and the soft shuffle of blankets and sheets being loaded in. He starts the washer and reappears in the living room.

“Problem solved.” He smiles and it’s cute. “Though we’ll have to stay up until they’re done washing and drying.”

———————

It takes a collective hour for the bedding to completely wash and dry. In that hour you and Timothee talk and get to know each other. You find yourself able to loosen up. You tell Timothee things you’ve told few others and he listens.

He’s a great listener.

You even take a few sips of his wine. You don’t like it but you feel content. Happy.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you say holding up your hands. “There’s no way you think I Know What You Did Last Summer is better than Scream. There’s now way!”

“Okay listen! Hear me out!” He stands up and walks around the coffee table to explain. “If you look at it from a filming standpoint you-”

The loud beep from the dryer sounds, interrupting Timothee’s speech.

“Guess that’s you’re sheets.”

“Yeah I guess so.” You check the time on your phone. 12:30am. “Fuck it’s late. We should get to bed anyway.”

“I’ll help you with your sheets,” he says. “Unless that’ll make them dirty again.”

He’s teasing you and you kind of like it. “I’d love your help, you jerk.”

Timothee disappears for a moment and reappears with an arm full of bedding. He jerks his head toward the hallway and you follow him into your new room.

It’s dark and smells faintly of old wood. Kind of like an antique shop. Timothee helps you with the fitted sheet and the pillow cases before heading toward the door.

“It was nice meeting you, y/n. I’m sorry they fucked up your reservation, but I’m kinda glad they did.”

He’s making you feel all fuzzy inside and half of you wants to ask him to stay in the room with you tonight, but you don’t do instead you say, “me, too.”

He smiles a big smile that’s extremely cute, but kind of shy and sad all at the same time.

“Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight, Timothee.”

————————

You jolt awake and it’s still dark outside.

3:15am.

You’ve only been asleep for a few hours, but the dreams you were having were…strange and you can’t sleep now.

You turn on the lamp on the bedside table and for whatever reason you notice a wallet on the dresser in front of the bed. Curious, you get up and grab it, bringing it back to your bed. It’s old, worn out leathers. Soft after years of use. The corners are tattered and tiny pieces of blue fluff from Timothee’s jean pockets are stuck to it. This makes you smile. You open it up and his New York ID pokes out of the top of one of the pockets. You shouldn’t be going through his stuff, but the Airbnb shouldn’t have made the mistake that they did, and you shouldn’t have drank wine earlier. Lots of things that shouldn’t have happened happened. So you continue to pull it out. You smile immediately at his ID photo. His curly hair looks soft and it sticks out in a variety of directions. You silently curse yourself for not touching it a few hours ago. His smile is that big one he gave you before exiting the bedroom for the night. Goofy and slightly shy. You shake your head, unable to believe that you’re falling for someone you’ve only spent a few hours with and don’t even really know. You move to slide it back in but something catches your eye underneath his photo.

Chills pepper your skin as you read the dates on his drivers license.

DOB: December 27th, 1958.

Issue Date: December 27th, 1985.

What the fuck?

You look at your phone, checking the date incase you’re still fucking dreaming.

October 1st. 2022.

There’s no way this guy is 64 years old. There’s no fucking way. He looks exactly like he did in his ID photo from the 80s!

Immediately, you Google his name.

At first nothing comes up and you almost give up, but page two of Google reveals many articles with Timothee’s name in it.

You click one.

-Suspected Suicide of a young New York male by the name of Timothee proves to be more.

- Suicide or Murder? Young New York local found dead in quiet neighborhood.

-Who killed Timothee? Was it him or was it someone or something more sinister.

You throw your phone as you hear his voice.

“Y/n?”

He sounds far away, like he’s rooms away. But you’re in the only bedroom.

You don’t answer.

And it’s eerily quiet.

“Y/N HELP ME.”

This time it booms through your room and it sounds like it’s coming from under your bed.

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[meltwonu]

25. “What did you just say?”

notes; sugar-daddy!mingyu, sugar-baby!reader, dom!mingyu, but also lowkey mafia!gyu, dirty talk, degradation, blow jobs, hair pulling, mentions of violence. YOWWW only one more installation of the sugar daddy cycle before we move onto the next! ✨ And I’ve already decided what it’ll be~~~ heheheh~~🥴😈 also next week, I’m going to take Monday and maybe Wednesday to update my masterlists and catch up to inbox msgs so I won’t be starting the next cycle until after then! 😮‍💨🙏  My masterlists haven’t been updated since nov so I think it’s time lol. Anyway, as always, thank you soo much for requesting! Enjoy! ❤️‍🔥💕

*queued post.

Mingyu shows up at your small apartment with multiple cuts and bruises - something that you were, unfortunately, used to by now.

“I swear, why do you do this… Can’t you handle business like a normal CEO...” You mutter, mostly to yourself than him as he scoffs under his breath.

“Hey, it’s not my fault those guys try to scam me out of millions. I thought I could trust Jeonghan in a business setting but I can’t even do that. Got my ass shot over some bullshit.”

You purse your lips as you tend to his wounds; glad that most of them were superficial and that he wasn’t severely hurt.

“W–why’d you come here though? Why my apartment and not your penthouse? Wouldn’t that have been b-better than my tiny place?”

His sultry eyes meet your own that are already swimming in lust and Mingyu knows exactly the effect he has on you when he smirks.

“Why not? I could bandage myself up but I like it when you do it. Almost makes us feel… domestic.” He licks his lips watching you gulp – bingo.

“Y-you wouldn’t be paying me for my time if we were a couple…” You mutter.

“What did you just say?”

“W-what? Nothing. I just said you like fucking me after, is all.”

Mingyu grins, canines showing when he starts to push you down onto your knees after you finish wrapping his torso.

“You’re right, I do. And so do you, right, babygirl?”

Mingyu sits on the edge of your bed – torso covered in bandages as you kneel in front of him.

“God, you’re so fucking cute like this. On your knees, choking my cock, and pleasuring me like the good ‘lil cocksleeve you are for me.”

You moan around his length; eyelashes wet with tears with how much he fills your mouth and slides down your throat each time you bob your head and work more and more of him inside.

“Bet that ‘lil cunt of yours is so wet, isn’t it? Just ready to take my cock~”

Whimpering, you try to rub your thighs together to alleviate some of the tension that was building up in your body.

This was typical of Mingyu.

He would find new business partners and then find himself having to ‘deal with them’ outside of normal business settings. Then he would find himself under your care as you tended to his wounds before he fucked you into the bedsheets and took his frustrations out until the two of you were tired.

“I wanna cum down your throat first, though. I think I deserve that much, don’t you? I’ve had such a hard day~”

He laughs mockingly as you swallow around him; eyes crossing as you watch his cock thrust in and out of your mouth.

His fingertips tangle into your hair, tugging harshly until you wince and mewl around his length.

“Mmngh…”

“Be a good girl and relax your throat for me~”

Mingyu tightens his grip on your hair just before he starts to thrust up into your mouth — fucking your face and using your mouth to his liking as he chases his pleasure.

“Mmnh, fuck… You wanna know what really pissed me off about Jeonghan, babygirl? Even more so than he trying to scam me?”

You gag and sputter around his cock in response.

“He asked me about you. Said you got even prettier lately and asked what you were up to.”

He growls, cock throbbing as the waves of pleasure start to wash over his tense body.

“Maybe it was my fault I drew my gun first, huh?”

You let out a clipped whine just as Mingyu starts to cum — rivulets of the sticky substance sliding down your throat as you do your best to swallow it all down.

Some of it manages to escape your lips; the warm cum dripping down onto the floor and onto your lap as you work him through his high.

“Ah, shit, looks like my bandages came undone, babygirl~ Guess we’ll have to start from the top again, huh?”

[aquagustd]

OH MY GOSH, I literally have no words. Chapter 10 was SO GOOD. Like I’m just sitting here like 😲

So much was revealed in this chapter!! I’m so glad JK is redeeming himself. I also don’t think jk was the one who is behind the heist. ESPECIALLY after finding out that Sora was the one who hired Jimin and Eight that night. I have a feeling that Sora did it and told her ‘men’ that if any of them are caught to say that JK is behind it. Tae has been suspicious of him already so why would he not think JK is behind this, especially since JK wasn’t invited in the first place. So it would make sense. Whichever men were there for Sora most likely saw JK and Tae during the auction for the painting so they MADE SURE that was the only piece left to also blame JK. Cause JK also got attacked, BADLY might I add. If JK planned it, i don’t think he would’ve told someone to beat him up that badly.

I’m also so curious about oc’s period being late. Like ummm if she’s pregnant, it would be Tae’s right?? This chapter was the first time JK and her had sex right?? And they used a condom. So even if they had sex before, I’d think they would use a condom??

Oh man, my mind is blown. 🤯 throughout this whole story I was always 50/50 with who I wanted oc to end up with. Part of me was always rooting for JK even though he wasn’t the best, but I knew the ‘old’ jk was still there, even if it’s not all of him. I also really liked Tae and oc and I think he would have been good for her. But I think this chapter solidified my feelings that Tae hasn’t worked through his past completely yet and it will always hold him back. And when Tae and her were going around and he kept accepting marriage proposals?! Like TF?! I get you want to keep these people happy but I feel like you could do that without accepting those proposals and could have insinuated that him and oc were a ‘thing’. So I think even though i was 50/50c deep down I was always rooting for JK. I hope that he really isn’t behind the heist and that they can end whatever business between him and Sora.

I think Sora really showed her true colors now and JK probably has to think back over their time together to piece together whatever her plan is. It definitely seems like her plan is to kill oc, Junho, and Jk. But I bet she wants JK to watch his true love and son die before he is killed.

I also hope Jimin is okay. I feel so bad that he was tortured and he didn’t have to warn oc nor did he have to help her and JK at the end. I also hope Junho is okay. No kid should go through that. Let alone we don’t know what happened yet when he disappeared!!!

Side note, I’m also suspicious about Tae’s sister-in-law and the friend (I’m blanking on her name at the moment). Hopefully I’m wrong but something seems sus.

Ugh, I’m sorry this is so long but I feel like I had to let my thoughts out! As always, your writing is incredible. Can’t believe there is only 2 parts left!! ❤️❤️

YES EVERYTHING YOU SAID ABOUT THE HEIST 👏🏻 jk was attacked himself. he literally got st*bbed too. till jimin came to save them (yeah he totally deserves better but he kind of knew he was playing w fire when he messed up jk’s systems) so why would jk do something like that ????

& tae would definitely suspect him. since he wasn’t even supposed to be at the dinner in the first place. and i’m 1000% sure if tae saw what happened to jk he’s know that it’s too sus & someone else was behind it. not jk.

tae’s sister in law meera ??? yeah she’s just suspicious of oc 👁👁 since she knows what tae has been through in the past so she’s just keeping an eye out. she probably can sense something between oc & jk lmfao 🥴

yeah oc only had sex with tae & jk in part 10. after all the puking etc. tysm for reading babes <33 don’t apologize !! i liked reading your theories 😌

[kithtaehyung]

Okay warning long ask coming through 😬 I just wrote down my comments as I read bc if I don’t I forget things so BUCKLE UP:

I love the casual nod to the small drabble game you did, I’m glad they are in fact cannon 😌

Listen…I don’t wanna say this man is down bad…but this man might be down bad 🥴 his inner dialogue is really going all over the place at this party, got reader on the mind before she even shows up! Relief? 👀 watch yourself Yoongs (okay but why did my phone want to autocorrect this to Young’s like the modulus, leave me alone 😂), sounds an awful lot like feelings.

Okay but I need to know so many things 🕵🏽‍♀️🕵🏽‍♀️🕵🏽‍♀️ Why was reader so drunk that night, like not even recognizing Yoongi at first and blacking out is drunk drunk 😬?? Where are her usual suspects??? Why she out with a rando?? Is he the hook up after Yoongi??? Did it just “happen” bc she saw him making out with someone(s) (honestly he kind of a hot mess, lap and neck occupied throughout the night and he don’t give af, no judgement babes but you messy)??? it’s probs not that deep tho…unless??? 🕵🏽‍♀️ She doesn’t seem the type tho 🧐

Yoongi sleep on the couch orrrrr? 🤨

Hair dye you say 🙃 you’re really trying to take us all out aren’t you….*two seconds later* GLASSES???? *passes out* I hope you’re happy (this is why this ask took me so long 😂)

“And I don’t have anywhere else to be” took me out. That was bold sis, I think I legit held my breath until I read his response.

SLEEP TALKS AHHHH I would have disintegrated on the spot

Ahhh the whole phone call scene was just…perfect. Perfect amount of like awkward but not. So much tension, neither of them really wanting the conversation to end. Sliding in the comments about looking sick, making sure he knows she doesn’t always look like death …truly relatable. Also boyfriend!!??? No wonder he couldn’t get her out of his house fast enough after the night™ the man’s willpower was truly being tested with him trying to be respectful.

Wait can we talk about this line: “from your confident pose, no one could tell that your heart wasn’t truly working” cause like 🥺. Only for it to be followed by “when you do, you feel something beat in your chest” !!!! 🥲 *once again two seconds later* “standing on that godforsaken balcony with eyes straight ahead and a heart looking sideways” 🤧 I see you went for the good ole one two punch only to sneak a third in there when no one was looking

Yoongi’s “I know” without a missing a single beat 🥴 I’m down bad guys

Okay but can we talk about how your writing is so good that I feel like I just experienced months of uncertainty and overthinking 🤧

As you probably anticipated…what I wouldn’t do for Yoongi’s POV of the night™ (and brekkie can’t forget that) and to hear what this dude reader was with had to say for himself smh. We got so many answers only to have so many new questions ahhh. I’m so happy you didn’t split this up, I was on edge at the end of each break like oh shit is this where Ryen is gonna leave us hangin???? Also a weekend!?? Like multiple days ugh. I’m…honestly frightened 😬

Lastly after deep contemplation I still feel like bro could be Hobi??? Can’t hold his liquor? Check. I think I secretly just have a fuck boi Hobi agenda but that’s neither here nor there 😬😂

I’m so sorry for how long this is but really you brought this on yourself…so actually…maybe I’m not sorry 😂

Lastly (for real this time), in conclusion my mood board for this whole journey:

LMAOOO oh my god, MIKAYLA WOTS ALL THIS THEN😂since the ask is already this long, i’ll put my thoughts under a cut!! 

SCREAMING THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS AMAZING AND THOROUGH REVIEW HOLY HELL. you can always reblog with a read more if you want to LOL but let’s get into it😌

yesss i knew i wanted to pull in the drabbles so mwahaha glad you caught those. especially yours! and 👀 you think he’s down bad, huh? you do have some pretty good points there.. what does relief mean, yoong!! tell us!! 

and yeah, we actually have super limited knowledge about what we were even doing like ??? but i wanted to mirror that in the pov switch so that all of us are truly in the dark. but ehehe you seemed to catch onto something! but we don’t really know for sure. 

AND THE QUESTION IS ASKED.. where did yoongi sleep?? 

....yes........... you are correct about this. so now what do we think >:)) and GLASSES I KNOW SDJFSDHFJL HELP i wanna show you all the visuals for house party yoongi !!

oh my god i am so glad you caught that line bc i wanted to start bringing out a bit of a bolder side! especially when it’s just them. so i’m glad you mentioned that. as far as sleep talks LMAOO i have a drabble for that in the future. but for now, only yoongi and i know what happened :) 

the phone call!! that was the part that i was the most excited for you all to read and i am so so happy about the response it’s received. thank you for telling me all your thoughts on it! and yeah.. once the reveal happened it all made sense. it was a mix of misunderstandings from reader and yoongi understanding very clearly, just understanding the wrong info :(( but i wanted us to see yoongi’s boundaries and codes, as well. 

YESSS the one two three punch!! c c c combo! i’m legit smiling. thank you for taking notes as you go i would’ve forgotten so much of this LOL 

ah... yup. the immediate answer. bc of course our bro would tell him! and now with this clearing of the air.. you can bet your ass he already knew where things were headed lol (also how DARE you send that yoongi.... j a i l.) 

awhhhhh thank you so so much🤧 i was gonna cut it off there but i decided to be civil HAHAHA 

yoongi’s pov of the night is basically already written :D i just don’t plan on releasing it for a long while. but as far as this next part......... yeah. my goal is to make the wait worth it 1000%. it’s a lot of freaking pressure but i will try my best!

DSJFKHDSFH MORE BRO DISCOURSE. and trust me, fuckboi!hobi is my absolute WEAKNESS UGH.

i absolutely loved reading this entire thing are you kidding?? no apologies!! thank you so so much for pouring your heart out. it truly means so much to receive things like these. ugh, just, ily!! and your moodboard I CANT HAHAHA you really spoiled me with the memes PLEASE! 

[moon-ursidae]

GAME SESSION 2 RECAP

game spoilers and spoilers for the hbo series below the cut!!

hours played: (with MANY breaks) roughly 11 hours🥴

alright i ate WAYYYYY too much ramen at lunch haha then i had some coffee and watched some comfort videos before i go back in!!

i also have my dog next to me to keep me company this time haha

okay! so i left off where i was about to go into the town to find bill!

i know there’s a bloater coming up here soon and i’m SO SCARED

i’m so mad i wasted my shivs on those 2 clickers and then there’s a door that you can only get open w a shiv AND I CAN’T MAKE ANYMORE GODDAMNIT

the dialogue between joel & ellie about the arcade game was really cute :)

again, checking every nook and fucking cranny for supplies praying that i can get back to that door

FUCK WHERE’S THE SAFE COMBO?? PROBABLY IN THAT GODDAMN ROOM FUCKKK

I GOT IN THE DOOR! lots of supplies but no dice on the combo :(

FOUND IT! fuck yea supplies🕺🏻🕺🏻

today i’ve learned that i’m a horrible shot in this game LMAO

bro ellie is F E R A L

bill: “you better stay right on my ass” “can’t miss it” THE WAY JOEL GRABS HER AND SAYS “knock it off” IS SO DAD OF HIM LMAOOOOOO I AM CACKLING

as of right now, i kinda like bill. he’s exactly what you’d think someone would be like if they were surviving on their own. and he’s clearly smart bc he has a whole ass town covered in traps and barbed wire. very resourceful. a valuable ally

i also like that he and ellie are extremely sassy and sarcastic toward one another and joel is just like 🙄

can i get some fucking slack plz w all these runners and clickers LMAO

i’d honestly rather deal w clickers tho than any other infected

this house looks a lot like clementine’s house from the telltale walking dead game!! i wonder if it was on purpose👀

also was lowkey hoping for an uncharted 2 marco polo reference in the pool. darn :/

OKAY THE JOURNAL UPSTAIRS WAS A LIL TOO REAL. brought back some pandemic flashbacks.

ellie trying to apologize about tess :(

and then he said “ellie you don’t have to worry about me” UGGHH MY HEART. such a goddamn dad.

oh fuck it’s the school

BLOATER TIME OH FUCK

BLOATER DEAD. I AM SWEATING PROFUSELY

poor frank and bill dude :(

THE TRUCK! AHH

also sorry but bill’s reaction to frank’s note was kinda funny to me “fuck you too”

THE OPTIONAL DIALOGUE W ELLIE STOP 🥹

“you’re doin a good job” and she said “i won’t let you down with this” AHHH🥺

the similarity between some of joel’s mannerisms and some of pedro’s from previous roles is CRAZY

OMG after she showed the comic she stole from Bill the way joel just sighs and asked “what did ya get?” in an exasperated tone💀

NOT THE PORNO MAG💀 “get rid of that!”

PLZ THIS IS SO FUNNY “why are they all stuck together?” joel just like “um.” i bet in his head he’s like ohmyfuckinggodhowdoiexplainthistoa14yearoldgirl

“i’m not even tired” *instantly cuts to her passed tf out* 💀💀

omg the iconic scene where she’s looking out the window slay

oh my god we’re getting to parts of the game that they’ve been filming!! i’m interested to see what the truck crash into the store looks like in post!

also the music playing while they were attacking the truck was badass

people are almost as scary as the infected bro. this garage full of stuff? disturbing that PEOPLE did this.

joel was a hunter???? holy shit bro

i’m wondering if it was soon after the apocalypse?? to get his anger out about what happened to sarah? or maybe he didn’t have a choice in the matter? i’m very curious to learn more about that.

i knew joel was a complex character but goddamn. this man has been through the fuckin ringer

“keep your voice down.” and she fucking mocks him going “okay” in a deep gruff voice I LOVE HER

okay i’ve had enough of these damn hunters bro goddamn

okay so i already forgot some things haha i took a break to eat

her acting like a hotel guest at the counter🥺 so cute

THE JOKE BOOK!!! MAKES AN APPEARANCE!!! YEEEEEAAAAA

“what’s not right?” “left?” I LOVE THAT JOEL GOES ALONG WITH IT

they’re so cute i would die for them

goddamnit i knew there would be SOMETHING soon. more hUnTeRs

i would like out of this hotel lmao i hate enclosed combat zones. the one’s outside are nicer

I FUCKIN KNEW THAT ELEVATOR WAS GONNA COLLAPSE FUCK JOEL OH MY GOD

i don’t like when they’re seperated i’m scared :(

i haven’t been alone this whole time and that is what has kept me sane and playing the game LMAO

i very much don’t like the sounds down here

I FUCKING HATE THIS OOOOOO I HATE IT VERY MUCH DOWN HERE

is this the hotel basement meme?

like from the vanity fair lie detector video?

my face is fucking RED i am very much hot and sweaty

oh god i thought the underwater part was what people meme’d about. i’ve only seen spores but that’s a sign bro.

I FUCKING DID IT. HOLY FUCK. MY HEART IS BEATING OUT OF MY CHEST I FEEL LIKE I’M GONNA THROW UP. I GOTTA TAKE A BREATHER LMAOOOO

oh thank fuck back to dealing with people thank god dude

oh my god is this ellie’s first kill? joel’s being kind of an ass about it. i’m glad ellie’s laying it on him. YEA TEACH HIM TO BE HUMBLE ELLIE

i feel so fucking bad for ellie dude. there’s an immediate shift in her body language as well. she’s like folded in on herself after joel was a shithead. and oh yeah her first fucking kill is at 14??? and joel is like dismissing her?? i oughta smack the shit outta that boy

i mean i kinda feel bad for both bc i feel like joel is trying to navigate this without getting attached bc he lost sarah. he knows he’s gonna have to seperate from ellie at some point. maybe he’s trying to fight the paternal instinct to get super attached to ellie bc of that? and obviously ellie is going through it. everyone’s after her, she has to keep her immunity secret, she just killed a man, and joel is being a dick. i just wanna hug both of them :(

oh my god and now him teaching her how to handle a rifle UGGGHHHH dude i’m gonna CRY

and she just killed more people🥺 ELLIE I’M SORRY HONEY

she looks so fucking guilty oh my god

“how’d i do?” STOP🥺

“how about somethin a little more your size” AND HER LITTLE “okay.” AND THE MUSIC AND I’M GONNA CRRYYYYYYY

AND HIM STUTTERING AND MAKING SURE ABOUT THE SAFETY ON THE GUN I- AHHHHHHHHHHHH🥺🥺🥺

oh shit! i wonder if this is the part that they’ve been filming with the hunter trucks!

that poor couple :(

the “let’s just get to the bridge” and ellie saying “okay” w a shaky breath :( LET ME HUG HER DUDE

almost to the bridge🕺🏻🕺🏻

omg joel saw the movie that’s promoted everywhere. and basically insinuated that sarah wanted to see it and joel saw it w her.🥺

alright i stopped after finding some optional dialogue w ellie. the chair that i sit in to play games makes my back and neck hurt SO BAD. and they both hurt hella so imma call it.

all in all, this play session was STRESSFUL. there were a lot of times where i had to go calm down for a bit before coming back. and also food breaks, and i have dogs to take care of as well haha. i really like seeing joel and ellie’s dynamic develop! :)

i really love this game so far. i’ve never really been one to talk a lot about combat systems in games just bc i play games for the story. and the last of us has a phenomenal story and really good writing so far. i’m excited to see the bond that joel and ellie have deepen, and what else is in store for our dynamic duo.

i have a feeling in my gut that i’m gonna get chased in a humvee by hunters tomorrow. but we’ll find out 😳

[destinyc1020]

Okay I know this is going to be hard for you to imagine, but what if they never actually dated and this is a whole theory yall made up. I know you have evidence that can LEAD you on but fact of the matter is we will never know.

I can’t tell if this is a joke or not, so if it’s just a JOKE, then I’m sorry, but maybe it’s hard for me to tell when ppl are joking on here lol.  😂

But if your question was sincere.... Then.....I’ll answer it seriously.  

Serious Answer:  Tbh?  I’m beginning to wonder just how old some of you all are on here.... 

I know this is going to be hard for some people to imagine, but what if they DID actually date??  🥴  Like I said before a few days ago, usually the simplest answer is the CORRECT one.  Instead of making up all kinds of excuses as to why two “single”, young, nice-looking individuals who live thousands of miles apart were always going out of their way to spend time w/each other, and were never spotted “hanging out” with other people for 3 years until last SUMMER, maybe it’s better to just accept what the evidence is showing you.   The evidence isn’t “leading us on”... We’re making our conclusions BASED on the evidence!   Think about this:  Do things have to be spelled out all the time? Do you (general you) have to have an announcement from a couple that they are dating in order to know that two ppl are romantically linked?   I posted an interview  just yesterday of Zendaya talking about how she prefers to keep her relationships PRIVATE. Isn’t that a HUGE clue?  Also, think about this... Why would Z and Tom choose to bring each other as their +1 to the Oscars and not other people?  Z could have easily brought Kamil since he’s been her best guy friend since FOREVER.  Z could have even chosen to have her mom sit next to her. They both chose to be there TOGETHER, to sit TOGETHER, to attend the after parties TOGETHER, even though there’s no RULE that says that you HAVE to sit with your co-star who’s presenting an award on the same night that you are lol.  Most people at those award shows sit with their significant other, and attend the after parties with them (*hint hint*).  😏

After 4 years of evidence and tons of blogs that store mounds upon MOUNDS of archived receipts on these two, are there really some people out there who STILL think that Tom and Zendaya were JUST friends even though they were never linked to anyone else in 3 years until last SUMMER??? 🥴   Even after several ppl in the industry and in the ET world have already outed them?? 🥴

[thegirlintheswivelchair]

Season 2:

Ep1 -

You know I figured there had been other before El, that just figures rationally. I was however assuming all of them had failed in one way or another. I was not expecting there to be another functioning superhuman like El that came from those experiments.

Is will having premonitions or is he sliding back and forth between the upside down and reality?

MR. CLARKE! 🤩

Oooo and max, the bluntest baddest chic in the Midwest according to sources.

Oh 😲 Joyce has a new boy!

Well obsessed teenage romance where couples forget people exist and Mack at lockers, that got that right when it comes to Steve

Awe hopper comes with them, that’s actually really sweet I feel like.

Ok. Feeling like Will is a conduit now.

I don’t know enough about ptsd. I don’t know what’s normal, what’s wrong, or even what’s just earlier 80’s understandings. I mean I know what’s going on with will isnt ptsd, but I’d be curious what the doctor is saying for true and false.

No…barb’s parents hired a PI…I am so sad right now.

The Wookiee growl from Dustin 😂

Bowie or Kenny Rogers…I’m biased, so Bowie. Those boys have good taste!

And that is…so eerie. A quiet house never means good things.

That. Is a big demogorgon.

Oh they have some explaining to do.

Ep2 -

Ah. Here’s the explanation :)

Does El get power from the upside down? Because I feel like after her superpower explosion she shouldn’t be able to do anything but she crumpled that gateway like butter.

Why is the upside down so slimy 🥴

This still doesn’t explain hopper and her connecting.

I like the cabin Hopper got.

That promise is gonna be broken and I’m sad. But maybe not. Im a pessimist with plot lines.

OH MY GOSH THE COSTUMES! The moms and Jonathan gushing and all of them with the Polaroids 😭😍

“Maybe she likes ghostbusters?” “Of course she likes ghostbusters! That’s not the point!” Ahahaha love them

Wow. Their tech working so well in the upside down. Huh.

Them not knowing presumptuous and Dustin being so confident anyways 🥰😂

Mmmmm wow Billy is a piece of work. And that’s already an understatement.

The heathers very nice! Steve already knows it’s gonna be a long night.

They all need therapy.

Why do I feel like Bob (who is gonna be super sweet and great) is just gonna be a super depressing plot point in how Joyce wants a new or ordinary family and man, and yet her soul and reality of her life and who she is can’t let them be together? 😔

Gosh kids can be horrible.

He is just sprinting into a strangers yard.

Oh man Nancy is brutal. That was brutal. But if they don’t show teenage immaturity here all at the same time…

I am still becoming more and more inclined to just dig my feet in with the whole not liking stancy.

Eleven is getting stronger.

Oh come on they end there?!

Ep3 -

Tell me whatever it is isn’t in his little trap thing!!?

No. Alien creature is a no. Dusty get rid of it.

It’s gonna gremlin isn’t it……..I’m not sure what was happening to it, but it was not ok. 🤢🤢🤢

Dustin just stole books from the library 😂

Mmm bob you mean well…

Yeah. Stancy is a no.

The thing…Will threw up…? No. Even more no. Dusty. No.

They even have decade accurate money!

Parent censorship is hard but hoppers…making interesting choices.

How does El do the batman vanishing act?

Joyce is a FAST thinker. Wax paper and tracing the outline? Like dang.

Also how dope is that reveal? The static outline?!

Yeah no that thing is disgusting. I figured legs were coming but EW.

Nancy 👀👀👀 girl, I love your heart but!!!!!

I wonder if El knows she’s driving mike somewhat literally crazy. (I know it’s a no)

Why does a friggin lizard make me want to crawl out of my skin! How did they make it so yucky?!?! Is it the lack of eyes? Maybe the ungainly proportions?

No Will, honey. You can keep running.

😭😭😭😭

Ep4 -

Still crying for Will. Real tears.

So don’t get me wrong, El is young. She’s got so much trauma to work with. Hopper too. But good heavens I can’t imagine having a teen that could kill me and blow out every window in the house when they throw a tantrum…

😨 will is possessed.

Ok. I really hate when shows make coaches and refs just the blindest people to prove someone is a douche on and off the court. Call a friggin foul. (But I do appreciate the part where Billy coached Steve in calling a charge. Gave the trope some flavor).

Fuuuuuuu that man’s smile is the WORST. Oh my gosh

Fascinated by this sub-plot of animal loving Dustin and his hideously horrifying pet he’s trying to hide. Do we think it’s truly just Dustin’s animal-love, or do we think there’s something to him and the upside-down tugging on his heart strings.

The Cold War sentiment throughout all of this is a fascinating touch (even if time relevant).

Hopper is horrible at communicating.

Aaaaaaand Billy’s racist. I’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to be rooting for him, but like…ahhhhh 🤬

Baby gorgon. Yup. Kill. It. With. Fire.

Oh are the orcs and goblins coming? Are they gonna come forth from the ground and wreck havoc?! 👀👀

Ep5 -

You know, this is proving my theory A and B a bit more and more. Like there’s a central brain/person connecting everything together in the upside down like a large super organism. I’m feeling less inclined for it to be a spiderweb type deal outside the idea that the spider has utter control over it all outside of its initial creation.

Ooo hopper got spit on and caught some serious cooties.

So are these tunnels technically the upside down? I’m assuming yes. Which creates a very interesting question posed in the beginning to find a gate, when hopper just cut a hole in the tunnels to create a “gate”

Cool Dustin’s either a catcher or a hockey goalie (or both) and that feels right :)

“I’m sorry. You killed my cat!”

Um El. Sweetie. That’s um that’s breaking and entering and um not how do things nicely.

Cue crazy man’s string board! Ooo there it is!

There is a 50/50 chance Max is gonna believe Lucas.

Wow. Bob the brain coming in clutch!!

You know. For being in nowhere Indiana a lot of people are taking the crazy in stride.

Mrs. Wheeler’s hair is getting that 80’s volume :)

Ahhh Steve and dusty!!!!

I AM—NO HOPPER NO—NO TINY ENCLOSED SPACES PLEASE.

Devils snare!! Hates sunlight!! And in this case it’s quite surprisingly worse than in hp.

Oh will!!!!!!

Ep6 -

Will… 😭

*steve questioning dustin* How do you know?? *Dustin straight faced* Because his face opened up and he ate my cat. *steve’s facial expression of yeah that’ll do it* 😂

Oh shit is right. 😳

Said it before and I’m gonna keep saying it: why is everything slimy 🤢🤢🤢🤢

Joyce is just such a badass mom/woman.

Lol the self muttering. Now collide babes! Yessssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!

BABYSITTER STEVE!!!

Will doesn’t remember…😥

Sneaking around was so much easier in the 80s with caller id not being a thing yet.

Working out while smoking. Nice. Ooo and wash it all down with beer. 🥴

Burning the upside down burned his memories? Working theory.

HIVE INTELLIGENCE!!! I called it!! But it doesn’t confirm everything.

Steve that advice…No. 😒

I’m still not into stancy. Steve find someone new. I love you both, just not together.

Steve gave dustin his hair routine!!!! 😂🥰

Awe Hopper 🥺

I appreciate how they’re dealing with each character. Yes they balance everyone but it’s interesting whose a main character from last season to this one.

THERE ARE SO MANY 😭😰

Steve and the nail bat. Quickly becoming my beloved.

Mike is incredibly intuitive.

Ep7 -

That is some serious gps powers.

Home is becoming a very broken word for, Jane 🥺

This is not a detour but it also feels like such a detour…

I have a bad feeling about what’s happening.

Brenner’s alive?!?

Wow this is…quite the story arc for El.

Ep8 -

So are they still young demogorgons or are they a different kind? I’m gonna assume different, like the super organism knew it needed something else.

Handy that sedative was right there.

Jimminy Christmas 😰 just complete black out with demo-dogs running around and a temporarily sedated Will whose possessed…

Oh is this how Billy dies?

Ok…what about Bob? Bob is absolutely dead isn’t he?

What even shut the power off in the first place? Why would rebooting help?

You got this Bob 😥

Nope… he’s gonna die.

You know I just realized I have no idea what the doctors name is. Not the foggiest. He’s a semi big part in all this and yet no idea.

Oh god Joyce had to watch it.

I think this show does an amazing job of showing sometimes it’s just being there. In their situation there’s an obvious wordlessness, but it’s not about finding words. It’s just sitting with your friends or people.

Mind Flayer. We love it 🤍

Jeeeeepers tying up your friend/son/brother and doing this major interrogation style is rough.

AHHHHH THE ENDING!!!!!!

I’m officially starting stranger things. I’m so excited. Commentary to come.

[not-your-damsel]

I’m not the least upset at your message length! As a matter of fact, I was trying to not be so loud while I was agreeing and stuffing my face with some Ube Loaf for breakfast🤣

Firstly, it’s pretty fuckin’ hilarious how you mentioned having like a 3 day brain bust when you found out YY’s a female, BECAUSE I WAS IN SUCH DENIAL, HOLY SHIT!!! Little story, about how I even came across her, ok? I was on SoundCloud listening to Studio Ghibli music and had fallen asleep to someone’s cover of the My Neighbor Totoro soundtrack cause it’s one of my favorite Miyazaki/Ghibli movies. Bear in mind that I had earbuds in as well. I guess at some point, through the auto play function, it morphed from Studio Ghibli to anime to YY, I’m guessing here because I just can’t see how it would jump from sweet little SG to YY like that 👏🏽! I’m slowly but surely starting to wake up to the sounds of a man moaning and groaning in my apartment and in my sleepy mess of a mind, I’m starting to “realize” that there’s a man in my apartment that’s broken in to hurt me or something!! False alarm, it was just a Bakugou audio of him absolutely domming the hell out of my ears. This was me:

😱😳🤭😧😦😯😲😮🤯😵😵‍💫🥴 can I hear that again?

Funny thing was, I had had seen MHA on Adult Swim a few times but in no particular order and certainly not enough to know their names off the bat at the time. So I didn’t realize that was blonde explosive guy from the show in that first ever audio, and I also never knew audios like that even existed, but boy was my ass blessed that night after my sheer fright wore off lmao! I was in love with that voice and holy shit, I already knew that I had a voice kink so that audio didn’t help me one bit. It was also accompanied by music that version and I’m not ashamed to say that I wore that track out. I wanted to know more about the artist and find out if he had more audios out there or was on any other platforms and boom, I find out he’s actually a she. I didn’t touch an audio for almost 3 days. Almost lol. I was having a whole life assessment as I’m sure you were too, and I was like no way. Nooo waaaayyy, I feel awkward now! But then I heard my first Shinsou audio from her and I was like, “If I’m going to hell for simping this hard, I’m going to hell happy with Shinsou’s voice in my ears, damn it!” Let’s face it, Kel, Cece has spoiled us SO MUCH, that no other person, be they male, female, or non binary, no other person who does that same type of work will do. I’m now VERY picky with who I listen to and even then, I end up just going right back to Cece. Because you’re right, she sounds more like Bakugou than Clifford, she sounds more like Izuku than Justin!! Hell, I thought it was them once I heard their voices in-show again and before learning she’s a she! My girl crush in her lies in the fact that she’s doing something I can’t ever do. Even if it’s done with some vocal changing aids, because her natural voice is actually quite beautiful. Really reminds me of old movie starlets of the day that had a smokey lounge voice. So damn dope!!! 😩 I love that your son loves her too because even her SFW stuff is really good to hear as well!

Kel, bby, omg where the fuck is your Nobel peace prize for the truth you’ve just testified to?

Oop! Here we go

🥇🎉

In all seriousness, I’m so sorry you had to go through that bullshit. And it’s always assholes on anonymous. I haven’t had anyone telling me to off myself, but I honestly feel like it’s only a matter of time. Just some juvenile silly shit I actually called out when it happened. They didn’t even put it as an ask, they messaged me and I wasn’t having ANY of it. There’s absolutely an ageist problem on here, with some in this fandom for sure and while my interactions on here amongst others who are also in this fandom have been nothing short of wonderful, there are a few gatekeepers who feel the need to police to the max and it’s… just shut the fuck up.

I want to draw a parallel here. There’s people out there that have a con/non-con kink. However, that doesn’t mean that those people WANT to go out and actively get SA by some rando nut case. Just as you said, when you picture Bakugou, you picture him as this 30+ Dilf doing all these manly/fatherly things that can strike grown ass women as utterly sexy. That’s how I feel when I see Shinsou. Oh God, help me with that man, Jeeeezusssss. Give me his babies, I want to have them all 🤱🏽. Wreck👏🏽 my👏🏽 ovaries👏🏽 please👏🏽, daddy! 💅🏽 But it’s the thoughts of him doing these adult man shit, not some 16 year old kid bullshit. Hell, even dating irl, 25/26 years old is still too young to me now that I’m just about to hit my mid 30’s! I have to say you’re luckier in that there’s a lot more artwork out there of Katsuki as an adult, but it can be slim pickins’ to find some really nice Toshi art of him as an adult.

Thoughts of him being thick with muscle, scruffy facial hair ugh 🥴, maybe slightly graying a bit, I love the men’s vitamins bit you said, so I agree that Toshi would as well, him having some super healthy breakfast while he reads the Tokyo morning paper (he prefers it over digital news), his coffee strong as hell and then coming to you to hug you tightly, smothering you with kisses which is a tradition because his work is dangerous! 🖐🏽😫 PLEASE, I love him so much and don’t even get me started on Keigo. I also have a strong feeling that the person who started shit with me over my writing was shocked because I truly don’t look my age. The last time someone guessed my age to my face thought I was 19. I look kiddish, I’m a short stack, I tend to be lured by cute shit so, I know it throws people off but it’s not intentional (hell, if I could be taller I would lmao).

I’m so sorry you had to go through that silly shit, people just spewing disgusting, hateful garbage. But you know what? I’m so happy you stayed around, that you know your truth, and that’s what’s important. “Write for you first and foremost and then worry about the audience later” ~ Stephen King

It took me a long time to realize that and accept it. I will have my off days, but I try to do it for me first and foremost and then polishing up for whoever will read it. I been writing fanfic since I was a teenager, fangirling over *N’Sync!!! 🥲🙃

I’m also glad you stayed because then I never would’ve met you 😌 and I’m so happy to have been able to meet you 💞

Came bc of @simpforsadboismain. Stayed bc of the mention of Yagami Yato! 😍😍😍

#CeCe is Bae

Omg, I was about to pass out for the nig- er, morning, but not only have you made my night as well for sticking around because of the wonderful @simpforsadboismain shouting me out, and you’re also a Yagami Yato fan and…

🎉YOU’RE MY 100th FOLLOWER!!!!🎉

Officially, thank you so much!!!! I actually made a Bakugou fic for this year’s birthday bash event, which is what I believe you’re alluding to! But on this blog and in my apartment, we respect Cece and the hard work she puts in and we ignore the folks who have nothing better to do than sit around and slander her especially when they don’t know the whole story. And we don’t pay attention to the folks who give her shit over who she pairs for a poly audio. We just don’t do it here 😤

Sweetie, thank you so much for the follow and I actually am looking forward to reading some of your fics as well. But I have to do that later because I’m exhausted and it’s now 2:20am on my side of the US and my bed looks so good right now. I may not have much to read, but I do hope you enjoy what you find and look forward to what’s yet to come: a giant choose your BNHA man route/type deal I’m still expanding upon. Take care and be safe and well, dearest & thank you so much once again! 🤍🤍🤍